As the order from Xianyang Palace was transmitted to the palaces around Xianyang City, groups of hundreds of guards of varying sizes began to assemble towards the east gate of Xianyang City as quickly as possible. The first ones to arrive here were those who arrived in advance from
Six hundred guards set out from Ganquan Palace, followed by 600 guards and a hundred officials from Xianyang Palace, and the third group came from Huayang Palace.
In less than an hour, nearly three thousand soldiers and horses had gathered outside Xianyang City.
Nearly three thousand people gathered together, some were dignified, some were excited, but no one was afraid. The palace guards, especially the guards of Xianyang Palace, Ganquan Palace, and Huayang Palace, were all elites selected from a hundred.
War horses, armor, long and short weapons, all are available. When mounted, they are the most elite cavalry in the world, and when dismounted, they are infantry that can rival the soldiers of Wei.
The task before them is certainly a narrow escape for them, but it is precisely because of this that it is even more exciting.
Yang Ming, who is the Prime Minister of Weiwei Mansion, stands in front of the formation. Beside him are Wei Yu and Meng Tian. In front of the other formation, Li Xin is the first to bear the brunt, and there are also the guards commander from Huayang Palace. It is said that they were
A grandson of Marquis Rang.
Qin Wangzheng looked at the three thousand guards in front of him and felt as if the blood in his body had been ignited. Even if the young man has more sense, things like the young man's spirit will not disappear. The current Qin Wangzheng
This youthful spirit was ignited.
The King of Qin knew about military affairs. He knew that even though these three thousand imperial guards were first-class strong soldiers, the enemy they had to face was too powerful. Three thousand people against nearly forty thousand enemy troops, and the enemy was also too strong.
Once the elite among the elite collide, Qin Wangzheng doesn't know how long these three thousand guards can hold on, and he doesn't know how many of these people can survive in the end.
Qin Wangzheng forced himself to calm down, stretched out his palms in his long sleeves, and then made a military salute of the Qin army, and said loudly: "I am here to see you off today, and I will also greet you at this time in the future."
All the soldiers have returned."
"Fight for the Great Qin, fight for the King, and fight for the Queen Mother." Under Qin Wangzheng's gaze, Yang Ming suddenly raised his hand with the Canglong Wentian Halberd in his hand, pointed it straight at the sky, and gathered his inner breath.
, Yang Ming’s voice echoed in the ears of thousands of people at the same time.
If Qin Wangzheng's words ignited the fighting spirit in the hearts of the three thousand imperial guards, then Yang Ming's shouts injected strong wind into the already burning fighting spirit. The wind helped the fire and made this fighting spirit burn.
The flames burn to their peak.
So Wang Jian decisively ordered his soldiers and civilians to turn around and head towards Wucheng at full speed.
He is Dianqing, the personal disciple of General Zhu Hai of the Wei State, and the commander of a thousand soldiers in Wei Dynasty. He has practiced martial arts to the level of his master Zhu Hai. He can be said to be truly invulnerable and unscathed in a hundred battles.
His surname is Wang Mingjian, and he is currently the grain and grass transport officer of the Qin Army. Not long ago, he led a thousand armored soldiers and five thousand civilians to escort grain and grass from Xianyang to the Hangu Pass front line. On his way back, he was shocked to hear that there was a troop of tens of thousands of people.
The enemy troops broke through the Hedong defense line, suddenly appeared in the hinterland of Guanzhong, and rushed towards Xianyang.
Meng Tian, who was on the left side of Yang Ming, looked at the scene in front of him. As he shouted loudly, he couldn't help but think of what Yang Ming once told him: A man born in troubled times should carry a three-foot sword and stand upright.
Immortal merit.
"Speed up. We are less than thirty miles away from Qicheng. We must get to Qicheng before the afternoon." A middle-aged man wearing light armor stood on a small hill and faced the soldiers advancing along the ravine. The citizen said loudly.
There is no mount under him, but he is standing on the ground. He is even taller than Pang Nuan's mount. He carries two battle axes on his back. He can be called a giant. With his knuckled muscles and exaggeratedly strong figure, this is a real military man. He can be called a fierce general who can defeat ten thousand enemies.
"Are you fighting for the Aijia? Little guy, you are still so cunning. You will always be like that. Just with the simplest words, you can stir up the heartstrings of the Aijia." Zhao Ji's eyes crossed the distance of space and fell on Yang. Ming's body.
"Yes." Juanqing Weng said, already running towards the march. Although he only had two legs, his speed was not as fast as the Jingqi that was advancing at full speed.
The weak can only sit back and wait for death in the face of crisis, but the strong can face the difficulties in the crisis, turn the crisis into opportunities, and achieve their own fame. Wang Jian is such a strong person.
For a time, two groups of people came and went from the east, running in two directions, one south and one north, but towards the same goal, running on the same land.
Although some people may wonder, fighting for the Qin Dynasty and fighting for the king is a battlefield, but what does it mean to fight for the Queen Mother? But with the burning will to fight, no one will delve into this on their own. At this time, their The mood has been completely ignited by the will to fight.
Because he was worried that something might happen to Pang Nuan because of his old age, Zhu Hai specially sent Dianqing, his most proud disciple, to Pang Nuan's side to protect Pang Nuan's safety.
Pang Nuan tightly grasped the reins in his hands. Although he could still fight, he was still too old after all. However, during the high-intensity running, although his body could barely hold on, the feeling of fatigue still dominated him. body.
At this moment, in Zhao Ji's sight, Yang Ming, who was wearing armor and holding a halberd, was no longer the frivolous young man who could flirt with anyone, not the little tiger she wanted to conquer, but a man.
Of course, such soldiers, horses and civilians cannot be the opponent of tens of thousands of enemy elites, but if they can enter the city before the enemy arrives, relying on the wall of the city that is not too tall, they still have the ability to survive. As long as the enemy can be held back for ten days, it will be enough time for the Qin army on the front line to mobilize reinforcements. By then, the crisis of approaching the city will be relieved.
Relying on his years of experience and calm analysis, Wang Jian judged the enemy's attack route in a very short time, and found the only small town on this road that could block the enemy's attack: Qicheng.
Cheng Yu was also looking at the scene in front of him. At this moment, this ambitious young man couldn't help but have a doubt in his heart: Was I wrong? I should have agreed when Lord Changping suggested that I come to lead the army.
But when the three thousand guards were heading northeast, there was also a group of soldiers and horses coming from the east. Compared with the three thousand well-equipped guards, the equipment of these soldiers and horses was much simpler, and there were even many civilians among them. It is not a troop for fighting.
As the commander of the soldiers and horses of Xianyang Palace, Li Xin listened to the shouts in his ears and sighed in his heart: You are better than me. I still have a lot to learn. If I can survive this time, I will give up in front of you. I am proud, but only in front of you.
"After you come back, the Aijia will reward you well. The Aijia will do everything possible to satisfy you. For example, you have always wanted the Aijia to do very excessive things, or even more extreme things." Zhao Ji silently thought in her heart. With.
To the south, Wang Jian led 8,000 troops and civilians out of the valley. The sentry cavalry sent out had already brought the military information that the enemy's forward was discovered thirty miles to the north.
At this time, Zhao Ji and the Queen Mother Huayang were standing behind Qin Wangzheng. The Queen Mother Huayang looked at the back of Qin Wangzheng and thought in her heart: The child who returned from the capital of Zhao in embarrassment has finally grown up, and he will become this person. The true king of the most powerful country in the world.
"Dianqing, give the order. After leaving this valley, the whole army rested for half an hour, and then rushed to Qicheng at full speed." Pang Nuan said to the person beside him.
"Fight for the Qin Dynasty, fight for the king, fight for the queen mother." Countless shouts rang out at once.
"Is the enemy army so fast?" Wang Jian groaned, and then ordered: "All soldiers and civilians get on the grain trucks and rush to Qicheng at all costs."
"No." On the mountain path, soldiers and civilians responded, and then they hurried on their way.
All three thousand imperial guards turned into cavalry, crossed the river, and headed northeast. Military reports showed that the enemy troops were raiding in this direction.
At this time, he was about thirty or forty years old. He had thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, a straight nose, a pale complexion, and a familiar beard. His body under the light armor was extremely burly, with his broad palm pressing the sword on his waist, and his eyebrows Although he was calm and composed, there was a solemn look deep in his eyes.
A man who belongs to the Ai family. Zhao Ji subconsciously touched her chest with her hand. Inside, there was a beating heart. Zhao Ji could even hear the beating sound.
For a time, countless eyes looked at the three thousand imperial guards with great momentum. They all had different thoughts, but they had the same expectations.
In a river valley in the north separated from here by only two loess plateaus, smoke and dust were also dispersed, and among the neighing of war horses, there was the deafening sound of horse hooves trampling the ground.
Qin Wangzheng looked at the scene in front of him, and his eyes passed over Yang Ming's body. At that moment, he felt confident that this army of the few could block the oncoming enemy army, because they were Warriors of the Qin Dynasty.
At this time, his figure and miraculous abilities could not be described as just strong, even in an army with many warriors.
Others might find the sentence "Fight for the Queen Mother" abrupt, but Zhao Ji knew who it was for. For a moment, the heart that thought she had seen the world was beating violently uncontrollably. A hot breath merged into the blood and spread all over the body in an instant. At this time, a throbbing from the heart dominated every nerve in Zhao Ji's body.
At the same time, the Zhao Kingdom's frontier cavalry who came out of the river valley were about to rest when they received news that enemy troops had been discovered in the south.
"Qin has no shortage of famous generals. I thought that all the generals of the Qin army would be transferred to the front line, and there would be no talent in Guanzhong. I didn't expect that I could meet such a capable person in this small place." Pang Nuan got the news. After groaning, he had already determined the purpose of the Qin army not far away.
"Send the order to the forwards, change their horses, and surround Wucheng before the Qin army. This Qin army must not be allowed to enter Wucheng." After a moment of hesitation, Pang Nuan gave the order decisively.
Suddenly, a race against time began between the old enemies in the north and south.