North of Yecheng, the Zhang River slowly flows eastward, dividing the national boundary between Wei and Zhao, two countries from the same lineage.

Not long ago, Zhao Yu, the king of Zhao, was so full of ambition that he led 60,000 Zhao elites south across the Zhang River to attack Wei's important town in Hanoi, Yecheng.

Now that Yecheng has not been conquered and the army has returned without success, according to common sense, the Zhao army who returned should be depressed and have low morale.

At this moment, standing on the chariot on the north bank of Zhangshui, seeing that most of his soldiers had successfully crossed the Zhangshui, Zhao Yu's face was full of smiles.

Turning to look at General Fei Yi, who was on the chariot beside him, Zhao Yu said with some joy: "As expected, as the general expected, the reinforcing Wei army has not yet realized the true intention of our army."

"Your Majesty, please do not take this lightly."

Compared to the relaxed expression on Zhao Wang Zhao Yu's face, Fei Yi's eyes as he looked at the Zhao soldiers who were crossing the Zhang River were full of nervousness before the battle.

"General Pang Juan of the State of Wei has never earned his reputation in vain. His reputation is based on his victory in battles."

"Our army's actions may be able to deceive the Wei army for a while, but they cannot confuse this battlefield veteran for a long time."

"It cannot be said that the vanguard of the Wei army is not far away from our army..."

Before Fei Yi finished speaking, a fast horse galloped towards the two of them in the distance.

"Your Majesty, the Wei army's 10,000 forwards are less than five miles away from our army."

"Well done!"

King Zhao Yu, who was originally worried about Wei Jun's pursuit, immediately turned his worries into joy when he heard the number of Wei Jun's forwards.

At the gate of Yecheng, Zhao Jun repeatedly attacked but in vain, which made Zhao Yu always hold a breath in his heart.

Now that Wei Jun's 10,000 forwards dared to pursue him, Zhao Yu, who was unable to vent the depressed fire in his heart, immediately found an outlet.

Ten thousand Wei troops faced nearly 60,000 Zhao troops, a strength gap of almost six times, which gave Zhao Yu hope of victory.

Immediately, Zhao Yu excitedly issued the order, and the army immediately turned back to meet the 10,000 Wei troops who came to pursue them.

Just when Zhao Yu was about to issue the order, Fei Yi next to him grabbed him.

"Your Majesty, you must not do this."

"Now that most of our troops have successfully crossed the Zhang River, the initiative on the battlefield is already in our hands."

"The most urgent task is to guard the line of Zhangshui, and send a large army to exterminate Feiyi and line up the Wei army within these two fortresses."

"In this way, our army can rely on the Zhang River to confront the Wei army across the bank. At that time..."

"That's enough, there's no need to say any more."

Zhao Yu interrupted Fei Yi's words coldly, and the expression on his face had become a little ugly at this moment.

From the bottom of his heart, Zhao Yu agreed with Fei Yi's suggestion, so that Zhao could indeed maintain a balance with Wei.

However, if there is a competition for national strength, Zhao Guo is far inferior to Wei Guo, and the same is true for the military strength between the two sides.

Once Wei continues to send reinforcements, a very dangerous situation awaits Zhao.

Therefore, for Zhao State, balance is not what is needed right now. Only victory can awaken the fierce fighting spirit in Zhao people's hearts.

Of course, Zhao Yu did not completely reject Fei Yi's suggestion. He looked far away at the south bank of Zhangshui River.

"General Feiyi, I order you to lead 20,000 elite troops to guard the direction of Zhangshui."

"I will personally lead 40,000 elite troops to cross the Zhangshui River and eat the advancing Wei army forward."

"Your Majesty..."

He grabbed Fei Yi, who was about to speak, and said in a firm tone, "This battle is a battle to clear up the shame of our Zhao country, and we have made up our minds."

Zhao Yu had already reached this point, and Fei Yi could only step back half a step and bow before him, "General, I will obey your orders."

"color!"

The sharp blade on his waist was unsheathed, and Zhao Yu immediately gave the order: "The men of the State of Zhao, follow the others to attack the Wei army."

"Here."

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"Report..."

"General, most of the Zhao army that has crossed the river has returned again and is now heading towards our army."

"I saw."

The soldiers' reports echoed in their ears, and the generals of the Wei army quietly stared at the surging Zhangshui in the north.

As time goes by, the already sparse south bank of Zhangshui becomes crowded again.

Countless Zhao troops went and returned, arranging their armor and soldiers and arranging their troops as if they would attack them at the next moment.

Facing an enemy that was several times his own, the Wei general's eyes were solemn, but there was no fear.

Before leaving, General Pang Juan had clearly told them their mission.

They were ropes, pulling Zhao Jun back to the north; they were baits, attracting Zhao Jun towards the battlefield that Pang Juan had envisioned.

All in all, there is only one thing they have to do, and that is to cooperate with the main force of the Wei army that is about to arrive, and eat as much as possible of the Zhao army that comes to attack.

Holding the hilt of the sword at his waist with his left hand, the Wei general looked solemn and ordered: "Send my general order to retreat two miles to meet the Zhao army!"

"Follow the order!"

You chased me and I fled, you came and I came and went, nearly 40,000 Zhao troops and 10,000 Wei troops finally formed their formation on the south bank of Zhangshui River.

Standing on the chariot under the banner, looking at the Wei army arrayed not far away, Zhao Yu's eyes clearly flashed with excitement.

Since Wei Feng, the current king of Wei, came to the throne, Zhao State has never been able to take advantage of Wei State.

Today, with such a disparity in strength between the two sides, he wanted to test how weak the Wei army, which was the strongest army in the world, was.

"attack!"

When the order to attack was given, large banners were flying in the wind, and the Zhao army, which was several times more numerous, immediately rushed towards the Wei army on the opposite side.

"Array..."

"Attack!"

Facing the Zhao army that was several times their own, the Wei army's vanguard, composed of 10,000 Wei soldiers, had no fear on their faces just like their generals.

The powerful crossbows on the backs of these Wei soldiers were the first to speak. Amidst the vibrating sound of the twelve-stone crossbows, one after another feathered arrows declared their powerful presence to the Zhao army on the opposite side.

Several crossbow bolts were fired. Seeing that Zhao Jun had arrived in front of them, these Wei soldiers threw down the powerful and expensive crossbows without hesitation.

At the same time, the Wei soldiers, holding long halberds and large oars in their hands, were ready for close combat.

The moment the battle lines of the two sides collided, King Zhao Zhao Yu, who was standing at the rear, immediately discovered in surprise.

Zhao Jun, who was moving forward at great speed, suddenly stopped, as if he had hit an insurmountable iron wall.

Even though there was a gap of several times in strength, the soldiers of Wei relied on their strong combat power to make every step forward of the Zhao army so difficult.

As the stalemate continued between the two sides, the sound of a marching queue suddenly sounded from the distant horizon.

Standing on the chariot, Zhao Yu's originally fiery heart suddenly cooled down when he saw the red flag of Wei in the distance.

Finally came!
Chapter completed!