The general Congsheng stood in the commanding chariot and saw the small army on the top of the mountain. He raised his hand and let the army stop at the foot of the mountain. Then his chariot jumped forward and informed the top of the mountain loudly, "I, General Congsheng, Zhao State's General Congsheng, please come out and protect me for my protection."

Zhao Xing stood on the top of the mountain and looked down at the foot of the mountain. In fact, the mountain was not high or big. You can clearly hear the shouts below, especially in this era when communication was basically yelling, each of them had a loud voice. The call from the generation that Zhao Yong was the prince but not the prince shows that this guy did not recognize Zhao Yong's identity.

"Who is the general representing him to pick up the prince? He is the king and help him?"

Congsheng was stunned. He didn't know when there was such a guy around Zhao Yong. However, seeing that the guy was dressed in a slutty manner, he must have been the armed heads, so he replied with his face upwards: "As a deputy general of Zhao, of course, he came to welcome Prince Yong at the order of the king. Please give Prince Yong to me, gentleman."

I understood, everything was understood. Zhao Xing flatly refused: "Previously, Prince Jie pretended to be Lin Hu and killed Prince Yong. Tianyou did not die. Now the king is seriously ill, but there are rumors that the king wants to make Prince Jie the king. The court is strange. Without helping Feiyi, General Le Chi comes in person. I will never hand over the prince. Please come back from the general, Feiyi or Le Chi comes in person."

"Who are you? You dare not respect the orders of the king and hold Gongzi Yong hostage. Are you going to rebel?" Cong rebuked loudly in anger.

"Rebel? I protect the prince, how can I rebel? But if you dare to climb a mountain, you will rebel, and I will shoot and kill him."

This is equivalent to the two sides tearing each other apart. Congsheng saw the guy on the mountain being so stubborn, and knew that there was no room for negotiation. Time was tight, so he made a quick decision: "Encircle the Tushan Mountain and kill all the people-" After pausing, "Kill all the people on the Tushan Mountain and no one can escape."

The war drums sounded, and the five thousand Zhao troops immediately separated from each other as arranged, surrounding Tushan.

The war drum hit, waved the Sheng Ling flag, and the main force on the front started an attack, and thirty chariots roared and rushed towards the Tushan Mountain.

The carts were rippling and the horses were slugging, the earth was trembling and the dust was rising high, and the three thousand Zhao troops shouted and followed the chariots to roar.

During the rushing rush, the first chariot suddenly collapsed and tilted, and the horses pulling the cart fell to the ground and neighed. Then the chariots that charged and galloped suddenly fell to the ground and overturned the cart. The horses pulling the cart fell to the ground and frantically charged Zhao army also hugged their feet and wailed. The stern charge formation immediately became scattered, and the charge was suffocated.

And just when he was inexplicably surprised, a rain of arrows fell continuously like hail. The fallen soldiers and panicked soldiers were shot into arrows, screaming and wailing to replace the original fanatical shouts and killing. The chargers were like stopping there and passively receiving the endless baptism of arrows.

Your own archer did not reach the shooting distance because of his upward shooting, but he could not go up again. If the archer without any protection was equivalent to going up and going to die.

"Retreat, withdraw quickly." From the angry and furious order, these are all their own family armed forces. This is not the country's soldiers. You cannot lose, what you lose is your own property."

The sound of gold sounded, and the Zhao army charged like a tide, and fell back like a tide in a blink of an eye.

Take a look at the battle damage, all thirty chariots were damaged, and more than 200 soldiers were martyred. But looking at the enemies on the top of the mountain, there was no loss.

"What kind of magic is it? Is that weird guy on the top of the mountain a monster or a wizard?"

Congsheng jumped out of the chariot and came to the battlefield in person. After digging a few weak and weak eagle legs flying down, he leaned over to look at the ground.

The weeds covered on the ground have been trampled by the soldiers. After a gust of wind, he saw dense pits of bowl size. There are so many small pits that make people feel numb when they look at them. The dense pits make soldiers take every step, just one step away from each step, causing the soldiers' feet to sink. Why don't those war horses gallop in such dense pits? Why don't soldiers sprain their ankles when they charge in such dense pits?

But time was tight, and Zhao Yong, whom he got from the secret report, was not dead. But this news was obtained from the people of the prime minister's residence, so Gongzijie immediately gave him a letter of faith and mobilized his armed forces in Daijun to kill Zhao Yong. The army of the prime minister would definitely arrive in his breath. As soon as the army of the prime minister arrived, the plans of Gongzijie and all those who supported him to the throne would be completely shattered.

Attack, attack at all costs and killing Gongzi Yong is the only choice for life now.

There was no righteous war in the Spring and Autumn Period, and there was no gentleman in the Warring States Period. Everything was based on one's own interests. In order to get ahead, the general of General Congsheng decided to fight Zhao Yong without hesitation. He should act loyal to him.

"Kill everyone on the mound, each person has a pound of gold." Congsheng gave the order without hesitation.

More than 4,000 family armed forces shouted and came to Junqiu again.

Rain of arrows shot down from the mountain, shooting down batches of enemies, but there were still dense soldiers behind them shouting and charging. The small pit restricted their speed, increased the time of shooting, and made the casualties even worse. But they still charged fearlessly and finally rushed to the top of the mountain.

The lords of three hundred Zhao Xing's armed forces discarded the bows and arrows, picked up the spears, formed a formation, and began to fight fiercely with the enemies who were killed from all directions.

The war is cruel and tragic, but every warrior is brave and tenacious. Whether it is a foreign war or an internal battle, it is not because they are also Zhao people, or they may have been in the guise of the last battle.

The sharpness of the spear pierced into the enemy's chest, released their blood, and cut the enemy's neck with its long spear, causing their heads to roll down the hillside.

There was no screaming in the entire battlefield, only the roar of fighting. The Zhao people would not scream until they died. They thought that it was not the behavior of warriors. The Zhao people only had warriors shouting and fighting.

Zhao Xing shivered in the queue, his hands holding the sword trembled like the dead branches in the wind. He was not trembling because of fear, but because of killing people, so he became like this.

But looking around, there were people, inside were their own arms, outside were enemies that spread from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain. They shouted, rushing forward and for the pound of gold on the enemy's head.

The spears formed a dense forest around the small hills, making it impossible for him, Zhao Yong and the 300 warriors to escape.

There is only one ending now, killing the enemy or being killed.

"Teacher, it's very uncomfortable to kill people for the first time, but after killing one, you won't be afraid anymore. Instead, it will make people excited and become numb. Since you become a Zhao person, you must get used to killing and being killed. Our ancestors all came out of killing and being killed. Fighting is the bone marrow and blood of our Zhao people, and we must get used to it."

Zhao Yong, holding a long spear, killed an enemy opposite with his indifference and skillful techniques that were extremely disproportionate to his age, and then was still teaching his teacher leisurely.

At a young age, he was so decisive and skillful in killing, which shows that he had long regarded killing as a common thing.

"It is inevitable to be nervous when you kill someone for the first time. If someone like Xiang, you have to use weapons for the first time. Only by keeping a certain distance from the enemy can you greatly reduce your fear. When you kill the second person, you will no longer be afraid, but become excited. This is why murderers always kill people. Don't expect a murderer to put down the butcher knife and become a humble gentleman after repentance."

Zhao Xing thought the student was right, so he picked up a long spear on the ground and stabbed an enemy in the distance.

The enemy was dealing with another long spear hook, but Zhao Xing's long spear hooked off his head easily.

When the head rolled down, Zhao Xing felt that his feelings were indeed much better. Not only did the trembling disappear on his hands, but his mood also became relaxed, and he also felt a sense of excitement of eagerness to try.

This excitement turned into excitement, and Zhao Xing had a strong desire to sing loudly.

"Why do you say you have no clothes? You are in the same comrade with your son. Wang Yu set up a army and repaired my spear. He is in the same vengeance as you!"

With a sound, hundreds of soldiers roared and sang: "Do you say you have no clothes? You are in the same vein as you. The king of you will build your spear and halberd. You will work with you!

Isn’t you saying that you don’t have clothes? I have the same clothes as you. The king of you builds your army and builds your armor and soldiers. Let me go with you!"

This is the song of justice, this is the singing of death. The song rose into the sky with the sound of killing and sang Sanhe directly to the sky. With the song, the battle between the three hundred soldiers began to appear rhythm, and morale rose. Also in this song, justice was advanced and the enemy's momentum became increasingly depressed. They began to hesitate, and they began to hesitate whether to kill the justice of the prince who was above him.

Since his life was shocked by the song, he could not let the three hundred people above sing again. If he continued to sing, his morale of the army would disperse. He had to fight back. He opened his mouth and wanted to sing a song to suppress the morale of the enemy and improve his fighting spirit. But after opening his mouth several times, he didn't know what he should sing. There were too few songs in this era, and there were only a few repeated ones. He could not learn from others to sing the same song, so he was at a disadvantage.

Grab the drumstick and beat the drum hard.

The rumbling of war drums disrupted the singing rhythm of the three hundred soldiers on the earthen mountain, and extinguished the blood of the attacking soldiers. They shouted again to charge to the death.

While singing loudly and fighting to the death, the singing gave them a goal of faith and a sense of justice. Hundreds of years of ethics allowed the soldiers to know why they fought.

The Zhao army was also fighting to the death, but they became more and more discouraged as they fought. The same ethics made them feel ashamed. This is not a national war, not a fight for the family. They are offending the following, and they do not take etiquette. The etiquette here is etiquette.

In the end, justice and ethics made them retreat and made them give up the battle. The song of justice suppressed the unceremonious war drums. I don’t know who it was, and the first one to give up the enemy opposite, defeated the greed for a kilo of gold, turned around and ran to the bottom of the mountain.

Everyone ran away to the bottom of the mountain together.
Chapter completed!