"Prime Minister, be careful!"

A loud shout rang out from the top of the city of Handan, and Zhao Xianggong Zhong Le looked in the direction of the sound.

What caught the eye was a soldier from Zhao. The armor he was wearing was already in pieces. What was even more eye-catching was the somewhat hideous wound.

The sharp halberd pierced his armor, the cold pig iron penetrated the hot flesh, and blood continued to flow out from the wound.

It is conceivable that after suffering such a serious injury, even if this soldier Zhao could survive, he would definitely endure great pain.

Even though he knew this, this Zhao soldier still chose to do this, just because standing behind him was the Prime Minister of Zhao, Gong Zhongle.

"Xiangguo, leave quickly!"

Enduring the severe pain from his body, the soldier Zhao shouted this sentence with almost all his strength.

Then, under Gong Zhongle's astonished gaze, the Zhao soldier's hands directly grasped the halberd on his chest, pushing the Wei soldier who was fighting him back a few steps.

At this moment, this soldier from Zhao was like an indestructible giant wall, firmly blocking the threat to Gong Zhongle from the front.

Since ancient times, Yan and Zhao had many generous and tragic people, and this soldier from Zhao, who was so ordinary that his name was unknown, was probably such a hero.

This scene fell into Gong Zhongle's eyes. He clenched the long sword in his right hand. The thought of this important Zhao minister at this moment was to rush forward and fight to the death with the invading Wei troops in front of him.

It's a pity that Gong Zhongle is Gong Zhongle after all. As the Prime Minister of Zhao State, his safety is often concerned by many people.

Just as a fierce battle was raging on top of the city due to the influx of more and more Wei soldiers, Zhao's reinforcements from the rear quickly appeared beside Gong Zhongle.

"clang……"

A long sword held the other menacing halberd blade, and a Zhao Jun general who arrived on the battlefield in time turned back to the soldiers behind him and ordered: "You wait for the escort Prime Minister to leave here as soon as possible, I will lead the remaining soldiers

Resist here."

"quick!"

"Here."

Without even having time to ask Gong Zhongle for his opinion, some soldiers who came for reinforcements picked him up and took him directly away from this dangerous battlefield.

"Don't take me away with you. I want to fight bloody battles with you..."

Behind him, the voices of Gong Zhongle shouting and fighting could be heard one after another, but no one could hear him at this moment.

Whether it is the Zhao army who stayed here to cut off the rear, or the Wei army who continued to flock here, at this time both sides only had eyes for each other.

The long shaft of the halberd in his hand was unconsciously clenched, and the downward pointing sword was slightly deflected. A fierce battle was about to break out in this not-so-wide place.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The cry of killing sounded almost at the same time, and then the two sides with sharp blades rushed towards each other.

The sound of metal clanking continued during the fierce battle between the two sides, and one after another Sergeant Zhao fell down and could no longer stand up.

Although these Zhao soldiers had already made up their mind to die in battle, they showed no mercy at all with the sharp blades they waved in their hands;

However, there was already a large gap in combat power between the two sides, coupled with the numerical advantage held by the Wei army.

Even if these Zhao soldiers tried their best, they could not stop the Wei army's soldiers who were armed to the teeth. All they could do was delay it as much as possible.

A moment later, when a long sword pierced the armor of the Zhao army general, and blood spurted out from the wound, everything came to an end.

"boom……"

As a dull sound resounded above the city, the last Zhao Jun standing finally fell down, which also marked that the Handan city wall had been captured by the Wei army.

…

Being escorted or held up by many soldiers from Zhao, Gong Zhongle finally returned to his mansion.

He did not blame those Zhao soldiers who disobeyed his orders, nor did he lead them to take advantage of the chaos to escape from Handan. Gong Zhongle, who calmed down, just walked back to his mansion in Handan City silently.

After struggling to take off his armor, which had already been soaked in blood, Gong Zhongle put on the robe of a Zhao official again.

Slowly walking to the sword stand, stroking the long sword in front of him with his right hand, Gong Zhongle's thoughts couldn't help but wander towards the past.

He, Gong Zhongle, was the successor of Gong Zhonglian, the famous Prime Minister of Zhao State at the time of Zhao Liehou.

He was born into a famous family in the State of Zhao. From the moment he became an official, he was highly regarded by Zhao Zhong, the Marquis of Zhao at that time and the later King of Zhao.

A scholar dies for a confidant. Over the years, he has assisted two generations of monarchs of the Zhao family and devoted himself to the strength of the Zhao country.

Unfortunately, he did not see the day when the Zhao Kingdom became powerful, but instead witnessed the fall of Handan, the capital of the Zhao Kingdom.

A trace of nostalgia appeared in his eyes, then turned into wisps of shame, and finally only a sharp look remained on his face.

Without hesitation, he took off the long sword and hung it on his waist. Gong Zhongle walked towards the door on his own.

At this moment, the Wei army had already broken through the solid city wall of Handan and began to continuously sweep away the remaining Zhao army in the city.

In addition to the palace of Zhao, Gong Zhongle, the residence of the Prime Minister of Zhao, was also a key target of the Wei army's attack.

But what Gong Zhongle didn't expect was that the person leading the army to attack his mansion was none other than the leader of the Wei army, General Pang Juan.

"I, Mr. Zhongle, have met the general."

"Prime Minister Zhao is so polite. It should be Pang Juan who has met Prime Minister Zhao."

In Gong Zhongle's mansion, in the two formations of the Zhao and Wei armies, Pang Juan and Gong Zhongle, the rivals, solemnly saluted each other.

After slowly standing up, he glanced at the Wei soldiers waiting in front, especially when he saw the sharp arrows aimed at him. A smile suddenly appeared in Gong Zhongle's eyes.

"Where are the Zhao army officers and men?"

"exist!"

Just as these Zhao soldiers were concentrating on waiting for the attack order from Gong Zhongle, an order was rang that puzzled them.

"I command you to discard the sharp knives in your hands."

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We were about to fight to the death, why did the Prime Minister surrender first?

Although there were no words, the eyes of those Zhao soldiers clearly reflected their mood at the moment.

Without avoiding those who looked at him, and even a lot of them looked at him questioningly, Gong Zhongle said lightly: "There are enough soldiers who died in the battle in Handan, you guys..."

Gong Zhongle did not continue speaking, and the Zhao soldiers standing in front of him also slowly dropped their weapons.

The sound of metal falling on the ground resounded throughout the mansion, and one by one, Sergeant Zhao put down his weapons.

When the last Zhao soldier left, Pang Juan looked at the scene with satisfaction and immediately walked towards Gong Zhongle.

"slow!"

A sound stopped Pang Juan's progress, Gong Zhongle slowly took out the long sword from his waist and put it directly on his neck.

Ignoring the coldness coming from the sword, Gong Zhongle just looked resolutely at Pang Juan who was parked not far away.

"General, I once promised your Majesty that if the people of Handan City are alive, they will be destroyed if the city is destroyed."

"Now that Handan has fallen into the hands of your country, it is time for me to fulfill this promise."

"I only hope that the general will be kind to me, the common people of Handan, and I will be grateful."

After saying the last words, Gong Zhongle exerted force in his hand, and blood flowed directly down the sword.

"Dang Cang..."

The long sword fell on the ground of the mansion, and together with the crisp sound, there was the dull sound of Gong Zhongle's body falling to the ground.

…

"General, it's bad, a few more soldiers from Zhao have appeared..."

"well!"

Pang Juan let out a long sigh. Recalling the scene of Gong Zhongle falling in front of him a few days ago, Pang Juan only felt helpless and respect in his heart.

"Zhaozhao martyrs, give them a generous burial."

"Follow orders."

In the Battle of Handan, General Pang Juan of the State of Wei led an army of 90,000 to besiege the city for a long time and finally succeeded in capturing Handan, the capital of the State of Zhao.

The city was destroyed, and Zhao Xianggong Zhongle and all the Handan garrison died for their country.
Chapter completed!