On one side is the main force of the Zhongshan Army, which is waiting for work, and on the other side is the command of Prince Zhao Yu of the State of Zhao, who is working hard on an expedition.

The two sides faced each other on the battlefield south of Huaishui and north of Fangfangcheng.

There were no unnecessary words or mutual tests. The war kicked off with a long trumpet sound.

"kill……"

Accompanied by the thunderous shouts of killing, the Zhongshan Army's chariots, which had been prepared for a long time, rushed into Zhao Jun's not-so-tight defense line with an unrivaled attitude.

This type of military unit, which has been active on the battlefield since the Xia Dynasty, once again used its unstoppable impact to demonstrate the necessity of its existence on the banks of the Sophora River.

The chariot attack was not the end of this war. The subsequent wave of attacks by the Zhongshan Army came again to the Zhao Army's square formation.

The heavy iron staff was danced like a tiger by the Zhongshan warriors, leaving a mess wherever it passed.

Faced with such a fierce offensive by the Zhongshan Army, this improvised reinforcements could not last long.

When another soldier fell under the front of Zhongshan's army, I don't know who shouted the first cry.

"Run away, run away quickly!"

These words were like the straw that broke the camel's back, causing the last vestige of fighting spirit in Sergeant Zhao's heart to collapse instantly.

Next, there is only one result left in this war, and that is a rout, an unstoppable rout.

Standing on the chariot and watching the large numbers of soldiers on his side retreating, Zhao Yu, the crown prince of Zhao Kingdom, was extremely anxious.

"Go back, go back quickly, we still have the strength to fight, go back quickly and fight the Zhongshan Army again."

Holding a sharp sword in his hand and making a hoarse voice, Zhao Yu wanted to use this to stop Zhao Jun's decline.

But he was defeated like a mountain, and everything he did at the moment seemed desperate, but it was all in vain.

"Prince Qi, it's not good, the Zhongshan Army is coming to kill you."

"so what?"

Seeing that his own side's defeat could no longer be stopped, Zhao Yu's heart skipped a beat, and a trace of determination suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"As a descendant of the Zhao family, why should I, Zhao Yu, be afraid of his Zhongshan Army?"

Seeing Zhao Yu's determination, the deputy general who came to report was extremely anxious.

As the prince, how important is Zhao Yu's safety? If Zhao Yu encounters something unexpected, how can he get away with it?

"Prince..."

After another call, seeing that Prince Zhao Yu was still indifferent, the lieutenant directly ordered the commander on the side.

"Why don't you take the prince away quickly?"

"Here."

"Alas, I won't leave, I won't leave..."

Feeling the slow movement of the chariot under his feet, Zhao Yu wanted to resist, but the deputy general guarding him could not fulfill his wish.

In this way, Zhao Yu, who was on the chariot, embarked on the road to escape from the battlefield together with the defeated Zhao soldiers.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps God did not want to see the destruction of the Zhao Kingdom. After several days of fleeing, the defeated Zhao Yu troops encountered the remnants of Zhao Zhong's soldiers who had gone south from Haoyi.

As soon as the two sides met, they looked at the comrades opposite who were almost the same as themselves, and felt mixed emotions in their hearts.

The three fathers and sons of King Zhao who finally met each other, after understanding each other's respective situations, unanimously decided to avoid fighting with the highly motivated Zhongshan Army.

The remaining soldiers of the Zhao State who merged into one retreated all the way south, and finally retreated to Xingcheng, which was a hundred miles away from the front line of the house.

As the original capital of the Xing Kingdom and the fiefdom of Zhao Xiangzi Zhao Wuxie, Xing City has a solid city defense.

In addition, there was still some distance from the front line, so the remnants of the Zhao army finally got a moment of respite here.

Walking in the temporary Zhao army camp in Xingcheng, Zhao Wang Zhao Zhong's eyes swept around from time to time.

Everywhere you look, you can see the figures of Sergeant Zhao.

At this moment, they don't have the high morale they had when they followed Zhao Zhong northward. Exhaustion, lethargy, and numbness have become the most common expressions on their faces.

"well……"

After letting out a long sigh, he looked helplessly at his two sons following behind him. King Zhao Zhao Zhong wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

The only thing left was, "Let's go back."

Loneliness accompanies Zhao Wang and Zhao Zhong. This defeat, which almost severely reduced Zhao's combat power, was more erosive to the old man than the years.

"My son, please retire..."

After a while, Prince Yu and Young Master Zhen, who looked sad, exited the room where King Zhao Zhao Zhong was staying one after another.

After giving the other party a somewhat complicated look, Young Master Xue chose to leave first.

And just when Tai Ziyu was about to leave, a shout made him stop.

"Prince..."

Following his gaze, he saw that it was the confidant who had been following him for many years.

"What's the matter?"

Upon hearing the prince's question, the confidant immediately stepped forward and whispered a few words in his ear.

"What! Is this true!"

It seemed like something big happened, and Prince Yu's face was full of horror at this moment.

"I don't dare to deceive the prince. I have been lucky enough to meet that man. I can't be wrong."

"Okay, you come with me." As he spoke, Prince Yu brought his confidant into the room again.

A moment later, the roar of King Zhao Zhao Zhong rang out in the room, "Little Wei Feng, you are going too far!"

The next moment he looked at the prince's confidant with his eyes like a wounded tiger, King Zhao Zhao Zhong said coldly: "Are you sure what you said is true?"

"The villain dare not deceive the king. The Zhongshan general among the rebels is clearly Wei General Long Jia."

"Okay, okay, Wei Guo, you did a good job!"

While sighing, King Zhao Zhao Zhong's expression returned to calm.

However, anyone can see that dissatisfaction and jealousy are clearly revealed in the eyes of King Zhao Zhao Zhong.

King Zhao Zhong had never thought that Wei Guo, his ally, would stab him in the back, because he himself was also plotting to weaken Wei.

If Zhao Guo's defeat had not happened, the two sides might have started fighting behind the scenes, but on the surface they still maintained the harmony of their allies.

But this time Zhao State's defeat against Zhongshan State, especially the shadow of Wei State, gave Zhao Zhong an object to vent his anger.

Holding the sword tightly with his left hand, his eyes filled with danger, Zhao Zhong's chilling words rang out in the room.

"Wei Feng, this is how my relationship with you and the Kingdom of Wei begins."

Standing aside, seeing his father like this, Prince Zhao Yu immediately took a step forward and said: "Father, our army is currently in a disadvantageous situation in the war, and I am afraid we still need to rely on Wei."

"At this time, not only the Zhongshan State, Yan State, Qi State, but also the Wei State may send troops to fight against the Wei State. This is not a wise thing for our Zhao State."

"Besides, our envoy from the State of Zhao has already gone to Anyi to ask the State of Wei to send troops to help. It would be better to wait for the envoy to report back."

After Prince Zhao Yu softened his words, King Zhao Zhao Zhong gradually let go of his anger and said, "Yeah, that's fine."
Chapter completed!