Zhao Weiwang in the Warring States Period

Wei Wuji nodded, straightened his clothes, glanced at Jin Bi's body on the ground, and sighed indistinctly, with a look of regret flashing in his eyes.

"Go, and follow me to meet the generals."

Half an hour later, three fiery red flags of Wei Guojun rose slowly, flying high in front of Wei Jun's tent.

Chapter 131 The Unhappy King's Tomb

June 260, 12 BC.

Changping Pass.

Counting from the night when the Qin army unexpectedly occupied this place, five full days have passed.

Wang Ling, one of the four lieutenant commanders of the Qin Army, was standing on the Changping Pass at the moment, gazing at the Danhe Valley in the south.

The overall shape of Changping Pass is like a huge funnel, and the pass is located at the bottom of the funnel. At the moment, a fierce and bloody battle is taking place on the open plain on the north bank of the Dan River at the entrance of the funnel.

Thousands of soldiers of the Qin Army and Zhao Army shouted slogans and waved their weapons to fight together. The red tide and the black tide collided fiercely on this land, splashing bloody waves.

Countless arrows flew across the sky like locusts, and each wave of arrows landed with a series of screams.

Huge boulders whizzed down from time to time with a piercing sound, smashing heavily into the crowd on the ground, and every time they smashed the land into a big hole, breaking bones and tendons of many unlucky soldiers Folded, bloody.

The sound of killing was everywhere.

Wang Ling watched all this silently, without any change in the expression on his face.

As a veteran general of the Qin Army who followed Bai Qi for nearly 20 years in the South and North Wars, Wang Ling has long been accustomed to the brutality of war.

What's more, since the fall of Changping Pass, similar battles have taken place every day on the open land outside Changping Pass.

There were dozens of military officers and personal guards standing behind Wang Ling, obviously belonging to his shogunate, but these people kept a certain distance from Wang Ling, with the exception of one person.

Sima Jin, the deputy general of the Qin Army, stood beside Wang Ling, his right forearm was tightly bandaged. Obviously, the wound shot by Le Cheng's arrow that day did not heal completely so quickly.

The two quietly watched the battlefield.

After a while, there was a crisp ringing sound suddenly.

The sound did not come from Changping Pass or Danzhu Ridge on the opposite side, but from Hanwang Mountain.

After the sound of Mingjin sounded, Zhao Jun, who had been fighting bravely, began to slowly break away from contact with Qin Jun, and retreated in an orderly manner towards Hanwang Mountain behind.

Qin Jun, who had fought fiercely with Zhao Jun for several hours, did not pursue, but stood still, maintaining a defensive posture, watching Zhao Jun go away.

Hundreds of corpses were left lying on the battlefield, broken weapons and armors were everywhere, and many unowned horses could even be seen wandering back and forth in the battlefield.

Even the water of the Dan River was dyed red by the blood, reflecting a frightening light in the sun.

When at least half of the tens of thousands of soldiers of the Zhao army who fought had retreated into the Zhao Lei wall behind Hanwang Mountain, the Qin army that had been standing still finally started to move, slowly approaching Changping Pass in the north.

Regardless of the results or the number of casualties on the battlefield, the Qin army is obviously the one that is more qualified to declare itself the winner.

However, Wang Ling, the deputy commander of the Qin Army who closed the Changping Gate, looked at the Qin Army approaching him, without even the slightest smile on his face.

After several minutes, when the Qin army had reached the pass, Wang Ling suddenly said, "Half?"

It was Sima Jin who was standing next to Wang Ling who answered Wang Ling: "It should be half of it."

"Half." Wang Ling repeated Sima Jin's words, and then slowly said: "This morning, the general ordered someone to send an order to me. Today, a part of the soldiers will cross the river and enter Changping Pass!"

In the establishment of the Qin State army, each general commanded a department, and the chief of the department was called Xiaowei, that is, one school and one school; There are three thousand people below, and the officers of the thousand people are called two or five hundred masters, and then there are five hundred masters, hundreds of generals and other officers.

The theoretical number of soldiers in a part of the Qin Army is 9000, but the actual number is generally around 1.

And just now, in front of Wang Ling, the entire Qin army's elite [-] troops, after a fierce battle with the Zhao army, was abruptly beaten half of them, leaving only half heading towards Changping Pass. Come.

That's a total of five thousand lives!

Even if the Qin army has a total of 60 people, how many 5000 people can spend so much?

Moreover, such a huge number of casualties is not unique to today, but a number that has been repeated every day since the Qin Army occupied Changping Pass.

In just five days, the Qin army left at least [-] corpses on the north bank of the Dan River!

So Wang Ling couldn't laugh, not at all.

Sima Jin obviously saw Wang Ling's thoughts, and comforted him: "Deputy commander, don't worry, the casualties of the Zhao people are more than our army."

The corner of Wang Ling's mouth twitched slightly after hearing Sima Jin's words, but he still failed to reveal a smile.

That's right, because Zhao Jun has always been the one who took the initiative to attack and intercept these days, Zhao Jun's casualties must be higher than Qin Jun's, at least [-] or more!

But the problem is that if the fight continues like this, the Qin army will simply injure the enemy by one thousand and self-damage by eight hundred. Without a casualty of 30 to [-], there is no way to win the victory.

In fact, as one of the core executives of the Qin Army, Wang Ling knew very well that the number of casualties of the Qin Army since the Battle of Changping has exceeded that of any war fought by the Qin State in history!

The mighty Great Qin Army has shed too much blood in the mountains on the south side of the Taihang Mountains, so much that even a battle veteran like Wang Ling can't help but be terrified when he thinks about the number of casualties .

If the fight continues like this, even if Zhao can be defeated, how can the Qin army face the 20 Chu army that is raging in the southeast two counties of Qin?

Frontline generals like Sima Jin don't need to think about these things, but Wang Ling, who is the deputy commander and is likely to become one of the leaders of Qin State in the future, already has the awareness to think from the overall perspective .

If the price of defeating Zhao State is to allow Chu State to rise, then is it really necessary to continue this battle with huge casualties?

For the first time, Wang Ling had deep doubts about the current war.

Just when Wang Ling was in a daze, Sima Jin who was at the side suddenly touched Wang Ling and said in a low voice, "Deputy Commander, his soldiers have arrived."

Wang Ling froze for a moment, only to realize that the half of the Qin army that had just left the battlefield had already arrived under the gate of Changping.

Wang Ling waved his hand and said, "Open and close the door."

After a while, the heavy gate of Changping Pass opened slowly, and soldiers who had just fought bloody battles on the battlefield lined up one after another and walked into Changping Pass silently.

Wang Ling stared at the army for a while, then suddenly asked, "How is the war in the north?"

The north mentioned by Wang Ling is naturally the Beishangdang Basin located north of Changping Pass.

Sima Jin replied: "Everything is going according to the general's plan."

Wang Ling nodded, and said, "Let's go with me to meet the half of the good men from the old Qin."

The two walked down the wall of Changping Pass one after the other.

Chapter 132 Lian Po's Dilemma

The royal tomb at Changping Pass was not happy, and on the other side, General Lian Po, the commander of the 45 Zhao army, was also unhappy.