"What? Enemy attack?"

Zhao Ji, who was in the car, exclaimed when she heard this and her heart trembled.

She never expected that she would attack the Qin border.

Could it be those people in Zhao State?

Zhao State's Changping battle with Zhao State and Qin State formed a national feud.

On weekdays, Zhao Ji and Zhao Zheng are often hunted down. If the Zhao family had not had some forces in Zhao State, their mother and son would not have lived today.

Under the panicked night, Zhao Ji gently lifted up a little car curtain.

However, under the night, there were only the slight flashing sword lights and constant fighting sounds in the fire.

"Clang!"

Zhao Ji suddenly felt something hit her car, and the whole car suddenly shook.

This shock made Zhao Ji's body tremble.

She grabbed her son with one hand and pulled the curtain a little more with the other.

Taking advantage of the fire outside the car, Zhao Ji poked out her gaze slightly.

Before the car, she saw a pale face, blood flowing out from his chest, losing the most basic ups and downs of his breath.

This is Zhao Ping, the leader who escorted the mother and son to Qin.

Zhao Ping, who was lying on the car, looked at Zhao Ji for the last moment, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Born in this impermanent and chaotic world, he has not yet figured out what a person wants in his life.

However, there is no need to think about it in the future.

Zhao Ji felt that her back was already wet.

Zhao Zheng was held in his arms by his mother, and he could clearly feel his mother's body trembling constantly.

This is a very familiar feeling.

helpless.

Powerless...

It was like a prey that could be killed at any time in the darkness, and the crisis seemed to surround his heart at any time.

This feeling is the main theme that lingers Zhao Zheng’s childhood.

Zhao Zheng clenched his fists tightly, and blue veins bulged on his hands.

Every time, he told himself that there was absolutely no next time, but this helplessness happened to him again and again.

He didn't understand why he was obviously the descendant of the Qin King, the most powerful vassal state in the world, suffered such helplessness?

Why do I have to hide in Zhao and live such a hard life?

Why do biological fathers have to abandon themselves cruelly?

But at this time he could only accept the powerless reality.

All human pain is essentially a fear of one's own incompetence.

The young Zulong is not the emperor who swept through the eight desolates and six relationships. He is still a young man who has been hunted and hostile for many years.

He is too weak now and can only endure the impermanence of the world silently.

But this is the last time!

Zhao Zheng swears.

He leaned in his mother's arms and quietly waited for the judgment of fate.

The fighting sounds outside the car began to stop gradually, and the surroundings slowly became silent.

However, the heartbeats of Zhao Ji and his son gradually increased.

It's like a gamble, and what's in the end is not just about the size or the winner or the loser, but also about life and death.

In the quiet night, gentle footsteps sounded.

The sound of footsteps was so obvious in the quiet night that he slowly walked to the front of the car and stopped.

Zhao Ji felt that her heart seemed to be about to jump out.

Then a bronze sword gently lifted open the curtain of the car.

The tip of the sword was placed in an inch in front of Zhao Zheng now, and the bronze sword was shining with a cold and cold light under the fire, like a chain of seducing souls.

Under the dim night, the masked man in front of him glanced at Zhao Ji, and said in a Zhao accent: "It's them."

This sentence made Zhao Ji's heart even colder.

It's really a risk-taking Zhao man.

"I am the wife of Zichu, the prince of Qin. Are you so afraid of provoking the Qin and Zhao war?"

Zhao Ji forced herself to calm down, but she was not a ruthless person like Mi Bazi and Empress Lu who used a woman to intimidate the ministers. Her trembling body had already exposed her timidity.

If Zhao Zheng hadn't been here, she would have been unable to say such things at all.

"war?"

"Didn't my Zhao man die in the battle of Changping?"

The man seemed to remember something, his expression became even more ferocious, and he sneered:

"If you want to blame, you are the family of the King of Qin. King of Qin deserves to die, and you deserve to die too!"

In the Warring States Period, there was no benevolence and righteousness. This was the national hatred and family hatred, and the fate of life and death.

Cold.

despair.

The feeling of powerlessness entrenched in the hearts of Zhao Ji and his son.

"kill!"

The masked man in the distance just said a word coldly.

"promise!"

After the man in black standing on the car responded, the bronze sword suddenly entered.

Zhao Ji closed her eyes with her fate, and her hands hugged Zhao Zheng tightly.

Zhao Zheng was unwilling to accept it. He glared at the person in front of him, as if he wanted to remember his appearance.

The overwhelming hatred stirred up in Zhao Zheng's body.

"If I have a day of revenge, I will destroy Zhao State to avenge my shame and slaughter you and the nine tribes."

The boy's voice echoed under the sky.

Unfortunately, hatred is not enough to shake the deadly sword.

The cold and cold ancient bronze sword passed through that in an instant.

"How can you die today, and how can you have tomorrow!"

The man in black sneered.

It seems that he is mocking the overestimation of his ability in front of him, and is still thinking about revenge.

The dead will not take revenge, otherwise the butcher Bai Qi would not have survived the Battle of Changping.

But just as the long sword was about to pierce Zhao Zheng's back, a fair hand stretched out from the curtain of the car and grabbed the bronze sword with a cold light.

His slender fingers pressed hard on the bronze sword, not afraid of the sharp blade at all.

The next second, with a "click" sound, the bronze sword seemed to be unable to stand the huge force of its fingers. In an instant, the fire splattered everywhere and shattered in an instant.

The fragments of the shattered sword flew away and burst into all directions.

Between the calcium carbide sparks, the man in black retreated and avoided the broken pieces, turned over and jumped out of the car.

Then he looked at the broken sword in his hand in surprise, then turned to look at the carriage.

What just happened?

Whose hand is that?

Why are there still people alive?

The leader in black in the distance was also stunned.

Under the dim night, he couldn't see clearly what was going on.

Only a crisp sound of the collision of swords and stones was heard, and I saw my subordinates jump out of the car.

It's like a deadly evil spirit on the carriage, a powerful general who is invincible.

He raised his head and looked at the car.
Chapter completed!