Qi Jie still adopted the opinions of the rank of the ranksmen. Instead of retreating directly for the sake of face, he used the dark night to confuse the enemy with an empty camp and quietly retreated, and bought a night for the retreat of the entire Yan army.

The Zhao army, who came out of full bloom, launched a pursuit, and the situation of the war completely reversed.

The pursuing Zhao Jun was blocked by the way.

Shaoguan is built in the middle of the mouth of the Puyin, with cliffs on both sides. Only a road that can pass through two cars and horses, passes through the mountains and ridges to reach the Yan Kingdom on the other side of Taihang. This is the throat, and Shaoguan is built in this area of ​​the throat apple, and it really has the momentum of being a one-man who can pass through ten thousand men.

Zhao Yong led everyone to chase him here. He had to take the Shaoguan as fast as possible, catch up with the main force of the Yan people's army, bite him, cooperate with Zhao Xing's cavalry to annihilate the Yan army, completely break the backbone of Yan State, and weaken this country that always pulls Zhao State's thighs in the East.

Faced with such a Guancheng, there was no other way to take advantage of it. Zhao Yong threw away his kindness. He used his cloak as a banner, representing himself standing on the front line, inspiring countless soldiers to launch a sea of ​​attack on Shaoguan. He wanted to use countless flesh and blood to flood Shaoguan.

Wu Sheng stood on the front line of the city wall, waving his sword, and slashing the Zhao army who rushed up to death.

The Zhao people went crazy. Faced with this steep pass, they did not use any strategy or any other method, and rely on the clumsy ant-hitting method. The 100,000 troops lined up to the horizon from the front of the pass, and then the Zhao people in front just howled and climbed the city along the ladder. The one in front died in battle, and the one behind took over without hesitation. They continued, one after another, one after another, one after another.

Not far from the wall, the cloak with unique patterns in the king was regarded as a big banner and firmly stuck there without any wavering.

Another Zhao man who climbed up the city was killed. Wu Sheng wiped the blood from his face. He felt weak all over and his arms were numb. What made him feel even more powerless was the enemy he was facing, Zhao Jun.

Wu Sheng’s heart is not despair, but envy. He really envies the people of Zhao. They always have such a brave and decisive monarch: “It would be great if my Yan State had such a monarch, even for a generation. As long as there is a monarch like Zhao State, one of our so-called seven heroes will not be just by staying away from the Central Plains, just by relying on the old princes and vast territory, but by relying on the brave ministers and wise men to dominate the world.”

Of course, this is Wu Sheng’s extravagant hope, because it is impossible. In the 27th generation of monarchs of Yan State, no truly talented person has appeared.

Looking at Zhao State for only six generations, they are all wise and powerful. This is God’s injustice against Yan and God’s favor to Zhao.

As a Yan native, Wu Sheng really felt sad about his miserable life.

The endless attack continued, and although with the advantage of geographical advantages, the casualties of the Yan army continued to increase.

At this time, when a soldier bent down to hold a stone, he hugged a hollow. The archery soldier reached his hand to the quiver and grabbed the feather arrow, he hugged a hollow; while when another soldier was about to replace the broken sword, he had no reserve.

The shield broke, but there was no follow-up, and the turmeric oil was lost, but there was no supply.

A voice close to despair sounded in Wu Sheng's ears: "General, our soldiers are all out, please support later."

Wu Sheng shouted: "Super reinforcements."

But he did not receive a generous promise, and turned around and saw that his city was already empty.

He sat down on the top of the city. He knew that his mission of breaking the rear could no longer be achieved. He knew that the destruction of the army he had just evacuated overnight had become a foregone conclusion.

He lowered his head and cried in dismay: "Yan State, is it really destroyed like this? Is Yan State really helpless?"

The deputy general held his sword and panted and comforted: "It's not the fault of the war, it's not the fault of the general." Then he looked at the Yan State behind him: "Can General remember the story of Wu Zixu and Shen Baoxu?"

Wu Sheng looked up with difficulty.

The deputy general looked at Zhao Jun and rushed up like a sea, and said calmly: "When Wu Zixu ran away, he met his good friend Shen Baoxu, and told Shen Baoxu that one day in the future I will destroy the State of Chu. Shen Baoxu said it very directly, I support you. But if you destroy the State of Chu, I must restore the State of Chu."

This is a beautiful story, and everyone knows it.

The deputy general continued: "Since the general knows why he cannot tolerate it. Zhao State destroys Yan, the general should unswervingly restore Yan State. This is the generous and tragic man of Yan State."

Wu Qi spread his hands: "What ability do I have to reply to Yan State?"

The deputy general called up five hundred dead soldiers: "This is a real man, they will follow the general." Then he knelt down: "Leave it to me, I will fight to the last person, and I will send a message, it is me who is afraid of life and death to offer the pass to protect the general's reputation and the guilt of losing the pass. Everything is for the general to restore the country in the future."

Wu Sheng covered his face: "I am not greedy for life and fear of death, but I know your good intentions. I am pleased with our country of Yan and the generous and tragic singers like you."

The deputy general saw Wu Qi accepting his suggestion, stood up, and said relaxedly: "It's still the story of the orphan of Zhao. One of his retainers said, "Whether it is easier to live or die," in the end, one of his retainers chose to die as an easy thing. General, I chose to die, but in fact I was choosing to escape."

Wu Sheng did not say anything else, covered his face and brought five hundred dead soldiers down the city, then ran away from behind the gates and hid into the vast mountains.

Looking at the back of the disappearing general, the deputy general raised his sword and shouted at the few soldiers on the city: "We are men from Yan State, and we have no surrender. In the city we guarded, as long as we have a breath, there will be no inch of land that has been lost in Yan State."

The remaining soldiers held the weapons in their hands tightly, and faced the powerful enemy like the sea tragically, the Yan Kingdom song that had been sung for hundreds of years sounded from the city wall: "The wind whistles and the Yishui is cold, and the heroes will never return once they leave."

Every vassal state has its own heritage and spirit, and every vassal state has its own principles of dominance and competition.

The King of Yan can be weak and incompetent, but their noble people cannot represent the spiritual backbone of the lowly people.

When the last soldier from Yan State fell, there was no standing soldier in the entire Shaoguan, and no warrior kneeling to survive.

Those who eat noble meat can be greedy for life and fear death, but those who are lowly have their own persistence and pride.
Chapter completed!