Wearing the robes of princes and kings, King Zhao Yu stood alone under a huge city wall.

Slowly raising his head to look up at the extremely solid city wall in front of him, familiar scenes kept reappearing in Zhao Yu's mind, but his face was full of surprise.

"How could I have returned to Handan City if I wasn't in the city of Pi and was surrounded by Zhongshan's army?"

With this suspicion in his heart, Zhao Yu slowly looked around, seeing that Handan City, which should have been bustling with people, was now empty.

The strange scene in front of him made Zhao Yu even more surprised.

After spending some time and secretly suppressing the panic in his heart, Zhao Yu climbed up the city wall of Handan along the familiar stairs and by the familiar route.

"Tap tap tap..."

In this deserted and silent city, every sound of Zhao Yu's footsteps seemed extremely clear, and finally appeared at the top of the city of Handan.

When I came here, I raised my eyes slightly, and saw a figure standing beside the city wall.

"That is……"

Looking at the increasingly familiar figure in front of him, Zhao Yu couldn't help but speed up his pace a few steps and came to the other side.

When he saw the other party's face clearly, Zhao Yu's originally uneasy heart suddenly calmed down, and a look of relief appeared on his face.

"It turns out to be the Prime Minister."

Faced with the minister in front of him who was a high-ranking minister of the Zhao Kingdom, and a veteran minister who had assisted his father for many years, Zhao Yu did not dare to show any slightest indifference.

He immediately stepped forward and bowed.

To Zhao Yu's expectation, Prime Minister Zhongle, who usually pays great attention to the etiquette of monarchs and ministers, did not return the gift today, but just looked at him with a smile on his face.

The time lasted for a long time. Facing Gong Zhongle who never said a word, Zhao Yu was the first to ask: "I wonder what the Prime Minister is doing here?"

"Your Majesty, my old minister is leaving. I can't do anything more for your Majesty or the Kingdom of Zhao."

As soon as Gong Zhongle's words came out of his mouth, Zhao Yu's face immediately showed a look of confusion.

However, the Prime Minister of the State of Zhao in front of him did not seem to see the change in Zhao Yu's expression. He just continued to talk to himself: "Your Majesty, the State of Wei is strong, but the State of Zhao is weak."

"The successive defeats in this battle have shown that it is still too early for our Zhao State to compete with Wei State at this time."

"I only hope that your Majesty will follow the example of King Gou Jian of Yue who worked hard in the past and waited for the opportunity. Our Zhao Kingdom may not have the opportunity to soar into the sky in the future."

After saying these words, a smile immediately appeared on Gong Zhongle's face.

"Your Majesty, my old minister has gone, please take care of yourself."

As soon as the voice fell, under Zhao Yu's somewhat astonished face, Gong Zhongle jumped directly from the city wall of Handan.

Suddenly encountering such a big change, the expression on Zhao Yu's face changed drastically, and he arrived in front of the city wall in a few steps.

Looking down, Zhao Yu saw a bottomless abyss beneath his feet, and Gong Zhongle's figure had completely disappeared.

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister..."

"Xiangguo!"

Shouts rang out in the room, and Zhao Yu, who woke up from his sleep, sat up directly.

The scene in front of him gradually became clearer, and it was only then that Zhao Yu realized that everything just happened was just a dream, but why did he feel that the dream was so real?

"Huhuhu..."

The sound of heavy breathing continued in the room, and after waking up, Zhao Yu stood up directly from the bed.

Putting on his own vassal robes, Zhao Yu climbed to the top of Pyncheng City as if in a dream just now.

At this moment, the darkness that had covered it all night gradually faded away, and a touch of fish belly white appeared on the horizon in the distance.

Originally, this was supposed to be the quietest moment of the day, but Zhao Yu's mood was not so peaceful at this moment.

He thought about many things in his mind.

The war that Zhao State is going through, the city of Xi where Zhao Jun is besieged, and the dream he just had.

Gradually, some questions appeared in Zhao Yu's mind, which made his brows furrowed and could not be relieved for a long time.

"Tap tap tap..."

Sudden footsteps interrupted Zhao Yu's thoughts, and when he looked back, Fei Yi was already standing behind him.

"I, Feiyi, pay my respects to the king."

"General, there is no need to be polite."

After helping Fei Yi, who was saluting, Zhao Yu slowly withdrew his gaze and looked outside Xicheng.

"Does the general think that I am wrong?"

"Or maybe I am just too hasty and should not start a war with Wei before the time is ripe?"

"Otherwise, why would our Zhao country have been defeated repeatedly and now we can only be trapped in this city of Xi? Is it wrong for me?"

Listening to the words spoken by Zhao Yu next to him, although every sentence contains doubts, every sentence is also affirmative.

Fei Yi, who was standing next to him, didn't know how to respond for a moment. After all, he didn't object to the battle against Wei from beginning to end.

Perhaps the Zhao State's repeated victories over the years, as well as the subsequent surge in national power, have given Zhao State a sense of blind self-confidence, or in other words, arrogance.

In their hearts, there is indeed a gap between Wei and Zhao, but it is not difficult to make up for it.

It wasn't until the battle finally started that they finally realized that everything they knew was so wrong.

Whether it is in terms of war preparations, the quality of the army or even the ability to win allies, the Zhao State today is more than a step behind the Wei State.

For example, outside Xicheng at this moment, there were 30,000 Zhongshan troops led by Zhongshan Gong Ji Heng. It was they who blocked Zhao Jun's way of breaking out.

Silence filled the city walls of Xicheng. The emperor and his ministers just stared outside the city in silence, and no one said a word.

Compared with the silence of Xicheng in Zhao State, Anyi, the capital of Wei State, was in full swing.

When the news came that Handan, the capital of Zhao State, had been captured by the Wei army led by General Pang Juan, the entire city of Anyi fell into a sea of ​​boiling water.

Prior to this, although the Wei State had repeatedly won on the battlefield, it had also reestablished its position as the world's hegemon.

However, directly capturing the capital of a country with an upright army can add a great deal of glory to the Wei army's record.

There is no doubt that such a brilliant record has boosted the morale of the Wei people. When the news gradually began to spread, almost everyone in every wine shop in Anyi City was talking about this matter.

And as another war horse galloped past, another battle report from the front line was sent to the palace.

"color!"

"Handan has been captured by our army, Jinyang has fallen into the hands of our Wei State, and the war with Zhao State has been worry-free."

While handing the battle report in his hand to Prime Minister Gongsun Qi, Wei Feng asked with excitement: "Prime Minister, what do you think?"

"Reporting to your Majesty, I also believe that the war against Zhao is about to end."

"The next step is to implement the strategy of cutting off diplomatic relations."
Chapter completed!