Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

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"I am Zhao Kuo, the general of the Zhao Kingdom! Who will fight with me!"

Riding alone, he charged at the Qin army's thousands of horses and horses.

Bai Qi stood in the distance, watching Zhao Kuo rushing in with a calm expression. After he sent the letter, he guessed Zhao Kuo's choice.

This is also his last persuasion. If Zhao Kuo still does not surrender, Bai Qi will choose to bully the entire Zhao army to surrender.

Behind him, Gu Nan was standing aside in black armor, and there was also a row of crossbowmen who had assembled early, drawing their bows and opening their crossbows, and the arrows were freezing cold in the cold winter.

Bai Qi raised his hand slightly, then lowered it lightly: "Fire the arrow."

Like the rain of migratory locusts, random arrows are shot out.

A few breaths.

Submerged the solo ride in the snow.

The horse stopped, rushed forward a few more steps, and finally knelt down on the snow, which was stained red.

Zhao Kuo was sitting on a horse and counting arrows in his body, his eyes were filled with blood-red threads.

Looking up at the flying snow all over the sky, his pupils became dilated and his vision gradually blurred.

The sky is long and the army is dead, and it is not good when the bones are turned to ashes.

"bump!"

One person and one horse fell to the ground, the snow was stained red with blood, and there was no more sound.

Zhao Kuo's vision gradually blurred, looking at the faint light in the sky, he seemed to see something, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Peace in the world.

Miss Gu, the world you mentioned, Kuo, I really want to see...

In the Zhao army camp, a voice tremblingly shouted: "Lead the general!"

The soldiers rode horses and ran in the camp, with snow splashing everywhere.

The order was called over and over again, echoing over the barracks.

"drop!"

When the soldiers in the battalion heard this order, their faces turned red and they couldn't say a word.

Clenching his hands until they turned white, he looked at Qin Jun's camp with an expression in his eyes that seemed to be devouring people and bones.

For a long time, as if exhausting all the strength in his body, he tremblingly put down the weapon in his hand.

With the first voice remembered.

One sound after another covered the past.

The terrifying momentum is like an army of tigers and wolves about to charge to kill the enemy.

"Under the order of the general, surrender!"

Chapter 53: And it's a good journey

Zhao Jun surrendered. After Zhao Kuo's death, the 20 tiger and wolf divisions surrendered one by one, and no one resisted.

But the eyes seemed to be lost, without the slightest expression.

They should have died in battle...

It's hard to believe that this is the horrible remnant army that used half of its people to fight against the Qin army for forty days.

Nearly 20 captives were bound with their hands tied by a rope.

Like a series of connected ants, moving forward slowly.

"Sand, sand, sand."

The horse's hooves broke through the white snow and made a slight friction sound when they sank into it. The snow seemed to be getting smaller.

In the vast white snow, Gu Nan held his spear and stood in front of Zhao Kuo's corpse.

He was not in human form, but he was shot into a hedgehog. His whole body was blood red and his appearance was haggard. He couldn't see the appearance of the elegant young general when they first met.

"You knew it would be this result."

After a silence, he stuck his spear into the snow and dug again and again until he dug a hole big enough for a man and a horse.

Put Zhao Kuo and his horse inside.

Squat down, and use your hands to re-bury the soil mixed with snow bit by bit.

"Clap clap."

Gu Nan patted his palm to shake off the mud and snow.

The dry air made people uncomfortable, and the cold, knife-like wind scratched his cheeks.

On the flat field, there was a low mound, very inconspicuous.

Gu Nan looked at the mound of dirt for a while, then chuckled.

"You are right. If this battle is not fought, we may be friends."

As he spoke, Gu Nan untied the water bag around his waist and took a sip.

Gu Nan's throat was sore from the freezing cold water entering his throat.