Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

"Damn it." Wang Yan cut down a Zhao Jun who was charging with his sword, and looked around.

Must retreat first.

It's not that he doesn't want to fight, or that he can't fight, but Qin Jun is not just for Changping, but for Handan, the capital of Zhao State, and to destroy Zhao in one fell swoop.

It is also because of this that we must not consume too many troops here.

Although such a battle situation is not disadvantageous to Qin Jun, it is an advantage to Zhao Jun, who was already defeated.

Fighting can still be fought, and under full strength, Zhao Jun's camp will still be broken, but Qin Jun will also be greatly damaged.If the damage is more than half, what about Handan, and the strong enemy looks around, Qin probably will be overwhelmed.

It's going to die, that old bastard really guessed it, this Zhao Jun still has the strength to fight, are you crazy, why are you fighting like this.

Looking at the chaotic battlefield, Wang Yan gritted his teeth unwillingly.

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"Pfft!"

The spear provoked a Zhao Jun, and the spearhead directly penetrated his chest. Zhao Jun opened his eyes angrily, but unfortunately he could not escape death.

Before he died, he spit on Gu Nan's armor. Gu Nan lowered his eyes and flicked the spear, the man was thrown out like a piece of rag, and landed heavily on the ground.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

A voice sounded in front of Gu Nan.

Gu Nan looked up, and saw a young general standing in front of her covered in blood.

His armor was worn out, his hair was disheveled, and he held a riding spear in his hand, but he lost the slightest of his former charm.

an acquaintance...

Gu Nan's eyes were cold: "Zhao Shi, it's still Zhao Kuo."

She is not a fool either, she may already know who this person is, but she just doesn't say it.

Zhao Kuo rode a horse and stood opposite Gu Nan, and said directly: "Zhao Kuo."

"Okay." Gu Nan retracted his spear and laid it across his chest, half spitting out the cold front.

The soldiers all around dispersed. As ordinary soldiers, if they approached casually, they would only die. Not wanting to die doesn't mean they are stupid.

"Take it!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Kuo only felt that his eyes were blurred, and the cold air of the spear had already approached his neck, straight for his head.

"Good come!"

Zhao Kuo laughed, and the spear in his hand didn't fall down, because it was a spear, and in order to facilitate horse fighting, the length was a little shorter than the spear in Gu Nan's hand, and it was naturally more flexible.

"Dang!" The two collided, and Zhao Kuo deftly pushed away the spear that Gu Nan stabbed at.

He was not soft on his hands, he swept across with a spear, and Gu Nan's hair was blown by the howling wind, but the spear turned his head at the last moment and stopped in front of the spear.

"Dang Dang Dang Dang!"

However, the spears of the two were all moving swiftly and swiftly. In an instant, there were countless crashing sounds, connected into one piece, as if the air was shaking.

"Hahaha, happy!" Zhao Kuo laughed and said to Gu Nan: "Miss Gu is really a hero among women. I, Zhao Kuo, still say that. If I met you in the early years, you will be tied. You have to tie you back to me." The Zhao family will marry."

"It's a pity, you and I can only be enemies like this."

In Gu Nan's eyes, Zhao Kuo said this to disturb his mentality and make himself miss.

Naturally, I won't be fooled.

"I still say the same thing, a certain family doesn't like men!"

The spear in his hand became more and more stable, Zhao Kuo was also a little nervous, and had no time to speak.

Just when the two were fighting more and more fiercely.

In the distance, there was a call to withdraw troops.

Gu Nan waved his spear, and swept away Zhao Kuo, and the brother Hei under him tacitly stepped back a few steps to widen the distance between the two of them.

Gu Nan looked back, Qin Jun retreated.

This kind of melee is not good for the Qin army, and it is normal to retreat.

Looking back at Zhao Kuo: "We will fight again in the future."

As he spoke, he pulled Brother Hei's rein, Brother Hei snorted and left in a hurry.

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Well, thank you very much for your rewards yesterday, well, I’m under a lot of pressure, (because I can’t do anything like explosive updates, wry smile.) In fact, there is no need for rewards, I signed the contract just to get a guarantee The manuscript fee is used as living expenses, haha, if you like it, just leave me a comment.If there are any mistakes, I hope to trouble you to tell me. After all, it is a historical novel and it needs to be more rigorous.Of course, I am also very happy to see that everyone likes this novel. To be honest, it is the first time I write a historical novel, and I always worry that it will not be good-looking.

Chapter 51: The Last Snow Before Spring

The snow in the north is very dry, and it falls all over the sky, and it takes only a few sticks of incense to make the whole ground white.The plush is spread on the ground and cannot condense, because the dry and cold cedar is too soft to freeze.

It has been more than January, and this is probably the last snow before spring.

Gu Nan sat on a rock in the camp.

Brother Hei stood aside and raised his neck, snoring for some reason, probably because of Feixue getting into his nose.The hoof stepped on the snow twice, leaving several marks of different shades.

When the Qin army withdrew to the camp, it began to snow.

The snow came fast and heavy, covering the sun and the sky, leaving only catkins flying all over the sky.

The morale of the Qin army can be said to have fallen to a rock bottom. With such an advantage, they were beaten back and forth.Everyone was holding a sigh of relief, but in this final battle, they still retreated.

People are tired and horses are exhausted.

The soldiers sat together, cleared a piece of snow, and lit a campfire. The warm fire dispelled the warmth, and everyone bowed their heads.

Many people have some wounds on their bodies, and it's okay to tie them up with tattered cloth strips. In this era, no one would think about wound infection at all.

The spear was leaning against Gu Nan's leg, holding on to his cloak, and Gu Nan gently wiped the blood on the spear.

The blood was frozen into icicles, blood red, and as the cloak was wiped, debris fell one after another.

The white cloak was also stained with blood.

History is more powerful than she imagined, and Zhao Jun was not broken after all, so Zhao Kuo's ability, I'm afraid, is not like talking on paper like the history books say.