The junction between the Zhongshan Kingdom and the Zhao Kingdom, between the high mountains at the northern foot of the Taihang Mountains.

Two steep mountains stand on the ground, blocking the progress of pedestrians, leaving only a winding path for people to pass through.

In the past, not many people passed this slightly quiet path, but today the arrival of an army broke the tranquility of this place.

From the flags erected in this team, it can be seen that this army belongs to the Zhao army;

From the carriages escorted by this army, we can see that this is a baggage team transporting grain and grass to the front line.

Among this not-so-large army, a young and even somewhat immature soldier looked around curiously, looking at the dense jungle on the surrounding hillsides.

"Bang...", a dull sound sounded above the head of the young soldier, and he subconsciously wanted to shout out.

But when he saw the face of the man behind him clearly, he suppressed his shout with a touch of fear.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and watch your steps. Don't look around like that."

Facing the lesson from the man behind him, the young soldier could only lower his head and uttered a word silently.

"oh."

The man behind him was both his corps commander and his father-in-law. Such a special status made the young soldier dare not say a word.

To this day, he still remembers the scene when his mother entrusted him to his father-in-law on the day before leaving.

After cautiously walking forward for a long distance, the young soldier tentatively looked back and found that the expression on his father's face had softened a lot.

Seeing this, the young soldier boldly asked a question that had been in his mind for a long time.

"Father Zhong, are the soldiers of Zhongshan Kingdom terrible?"

"Why are you asking blindly? There is nothing scary or scary."

The question asked by the young soldier was indeed met with a reproach. Just as he was shrinking his neck and preparing to move forward, a small voice came from behind him.

"The soldiers of Zhongshan Kingdom are different from us. They all make a living by hunting in the Taihang Mountains."

"When you see the soldiers of Zhongshan Kingdom, don't rush forward stupidly. The bows and arrows in their hands have eyes. You are the only male in your family."

"Um!"

After hearing Father Zhong's instructions, the young soldier recalled the figure standing on the roadside looking at him worriedly, and nodded with firm eyes.

What this pair of ordinary uncles and nephews in the Zhao army's baggage team didn't know was that while they were talking, a cold light was aimed at them in the dense jungle on both sides of the hillside.

"Ahhhh..."

A crow was startled from the dense forest, and its panic-filled cry immediately echoed throughout the forest.

Hearing the crow-like cry of a crow in his ears, and looking at the panicked look on his face, the captain of the baggage train team immediately realized that something might be wrong.

"Ambush, there is an ambush!"

The moment the captain's shouts just sounded, there was a wave of bowstrings trembling in the dense forest on both sides.

The sharp arrows carrying huge kinetic energy quickly flew across the distance between the two sides and hit the shouting Zhao Army soldier commander.

The commander of the Zhao army wanted to continue to issue orders, but he felt a fishy and bitter taste coming from his mouth, and a burst of blood arrows suddenly spattered out.

"Chief of soldiers, commander of soldiers..."

The surrounding Zhao soldiers had not yet been able to react to the sudden change, and in the blink of an eye, feathered arrows flew over them.

Feathered arrows fell from the sky, and the sharp arrow clusters effortlessly penetrated the military uniforms and flesh, and a Taoist soldier fell down.

"Cao'er, be careful!"

At the moment when the arrow fell, the veteran Zhao Jun soldier who had just spoken subconsciously pulled the young soldier in front of him.

He used his back as a barrier to block the fatal arrow for his nephew.

"Father Zhong, Father Zhong..."

Looking at the corps commander who was hit by an arrow in front of him, and at his father Zhong who was usually quite strict with him, the young soldier burst into tears.

He wanted to do something, but found that he couldn't do anything. He could only call to the other party over and over again.

Suddenly, he felt his right hand being held by a huge force, and when he looked over, what caught his eye was his father-in-law's extremely bright smile.

In the young man's memory, his father-in-law only had a stern image, and this was the first time he showed such a smile.

"Father Zhong."

"Cao'er, live, live well..."

"Your mother is still waiting for you to come home..."

"Take care of your younger brothers for Father Zhong and tell them that Father Zhong can't go back."

With a "bang", followed by another dull sound, Cao'er and Father Zhong fell to the ground together.

Having just been wounded by an arrow and hit hard again, Cao'er suddenly fell into a coma.

In his confusion, a sharp command seemed to ring in his ears, "Hurry up and burn this food and baggage quickly. Reinforcements from the Zhao army may arrive at any time."

"Here."

…

The border between Zhongshan State and Zhao State, outside Fuliu City in the northeast of Mainland China.

"Woo..."

The long trumpet sound sounded in the square formation, symbolizing that Zhao Jun was about to launch another offensive.

Facing the menacing Zhao army outside the city, the Zhongshan soldiers at the head of Fuliu City were wearing iron armor and holding strong bows.

At this moment, there was no fear in their eyes, only the terrifying calm before the battle.

"Zhao Jun is attacking!"

"Archers prepare!"

"put!"

The Zhao army outside the city kept approaching amidst shouts from above the city. At the same time, countless feather arrows flew out quickly.

When the feathered arrows fell, and when the sharp arrow clusters penetrated the armor, the sound of wailing could be heard in the Zhao army's attacking ranks.

Every second, soldiers are hit by arrows, and every minute, Zhao troops fall on the path of attack.

Even though they were paying huge casualties every moment, Zhao Jun relied on its superiority in military strength to once again set up the ladder at the top of Fuliu City.

Facing Zhao's soldiers who were climbing all the way up the ladder, the Zhongshan Army threw down the fallen rocks one by one, bringing down one group after another of soldiers.

"Zhao Jun is coming up!"

Suddenly there was a burst of shouting, and a fish that had slipped through the net was seen climbing up the ladder to the top of Fuliu City.

But before the soldier Zhao could make any move, an iron staff was struck directly at him.

"snort……"

As a huge force hit him hard, the soldier Zhao who had finally climbed up first let out a muffled grunt, and then he flew down from the top of the city.

Time passed slowly, and Zhao Jun gradually left corpses one after another outside the city, under the city, and on top of the city.

But even though they had to pay such huge casualties countless times, Fuliu City has always been firmly in the hands of the Zhongshan Army, and there seems to be no possibility of shaking it.

"clang……"

It was not until the sky was getting late that a sound of ringing gold finally sounded from behind the Zhao army. It also announced the failure of Zhao's attack on the city again.
Chapter completed!