Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

Looking at that person, Wei Zhuang's mouth curled up into a cold smile, and a killing intent was entrenched on the blade in his hand.

Meng Wu looked at the South Korean army formation, the general in front of the army was very strange, with a head of pale hair, his eyes seemed to be looking at his side.

Meng Wu turned his head, but the Korean general was looking at a man in gray beside him.

This man is the palace sword master sent by King Qin.

The gray-clothed man seemed to be looking at the Korean general, and the sword intent surged on his body.

Meng Wu smiled: "Mr. Gai, how about leaving that person to you?"

Gai Nie glanced at Meng Wu, grabbed the sword at his waist, and nodded: "Thank you, General Meng."

"It's okay, South Korea, the fate of the country is over." Said, Meng Wu raised his spear.

"The whole army, charge forward!"

The Weishui was agitated by the sky-shattering momentum, and the intertwined spears, lights and weapons were reflected in the water surface.

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It has been several days since the killing sound faded away.

Among the corpses whose heads could not be seen.

Wei Zhuang fell to the ground, half of his face was soaked in plasma, his eyes were forward, and he quietly looked at the person in front of him.

Gai Nie raised his sword, but finally put it down again. The long sword was inserted into Wei Zhuang's side, dragging his tired body, limping and preparing to leave.

"You, won't you kill me?" Wei Zhuang raised his head, his face was stained with blood and looked hideous.

Gai Nie turned his head, was silent for a while, looked into the distance, and said, "Qin Jun is coming soon."

He didn't say anything, just walked away on his own.

Wei Zhuang stood up with the sword in his hand and coughed.

Glancing at the figure walking away, he turned and prepared to leave.

Next time, I will kill you.

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The Qin army attacked Xinzheng, South Korea within one month.

The gate of Xinzheng was closed tightly. Han Wang stood on the top of the city and looked at the rushing Qin army, with his hands weakly supporting the city wall.

The clouds were thick, and the army stepped forward. That kind of courage was suppressed in everyone's heart, and every sound was like a huge earthquake.

King Han was followed by a group of ministers, their faces pale.

Meng Wu stood in front of the city, looking at the flag on the city wall, the Korean characters were scrolling under the sky.

He raised his hand and shouted loudly.

"The city will set up a report to the king of Han. If the king of Han surrenders in half an hour, everyone in Xinzheng will be safe! If the king of Han does not surrender, the Qin army will attack the city! At that time, the city will be destroyed and everyone will die, and everyone will be to blame! Qin is not to blame!"

The voice echoed between the two armies.

Standing on the top of the city, the general who defended the city looked silently at King Han who was standing aside, gripping the long sword at his waist, knelt down for a long time.

"Your Majesty, we are willing to die with our bodies! Fight to the death with the Qin army!"

The soldiers on the top of the city held the weapons in their hands, fell silent for a while, and knelt down one by one.

There is nothing more than a death, it is better to be a Korean to die in battle, and to live up to the Koreans for a lifetime.

"I am willing to fight to the death!"

Among the ministers, Xiangguo Zhang Ping also came out, looked at King Han, and said loudly.

"I'm waiting, I'm willing to die with my body, and I don't want to lose my Korean backbone!"

All the ministers looked at each other, and finally smiled in relief as if they had figured something out.

Shaking their heads, they knelt down together.

"I don't want to lose my Korean backbone!"

King Han looked at the kneeling generals and ministers, his eyes were blank, and he nodded: "Get up."

Muttering: "Get up."

As he spoke, he looked at the South Korean flag rolled over the top of the city, and at the roof tiles inside the city.

Being a king is a king, what you bear is the weight of a country!

His eyes gradually seemed to have his own determination.

"The widow is incompetent..."

"But the widow is still the king of Han."

He looked at the city for a long time.

It's like looking at your own Korea.

Then, he turned around and walked to the city wall step by step.

Looking at Qin Jun under the city, his face was flushed, with long tears in his eyes, and he roared.

"General Qin!"

"This king is here! Don't hurt my Korean people!"

"South Korea, surrender!"

Speaking of the figure standing on the top of the city, looking at the Wanjun, he howled angrily.

Jump down.

Roaring: "South Korea, surrender!"

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South Korea was destroyed, and King Han died.

In the same year, the Qin army besieged Handan for a long time and could not attack. Because of the long-distance battle, the army was tight, and finally retreated.