On the banks of the Zhengguo Canal.

A piece of weed was lodged, and in the open space, more than a thousand selected dead soldiers were standing here quietly, receiving the final inspection before going to war.

This is the forefront of the battle between the two armies. Han Xin tied his horse and held the reins. The hat on his head was flat and simple. He was wearing a black soft armor and a solemn expression. Even those who knew Han Xin could not recognize him for a while. Beside Han Xin, Han Si looked at the strange army not far away with a nervous look. This was an army wearing a red cloth jacket and a red scarf. Red was the color of the anti-Qin Chu army.

Even without a need to change clothes, the team of dead soldiers commanded by Han Xin is about to embark on an unknown journey of death.

There is no cheerful farewell, no lively scenes.

The western frontier of Guanzhong was originally a strange place that could not be unfamiliar to these Chu army prisoners, but now they have to fight to defend it.

No.

It is not to defend this place, but to allow the brothers of the compatriots to survive and to allow the family's blood to continue. At the same time, it is also to fight for one more battle for oneself. Just as the captain named Han said, if God opens his eyes, he will make great contributions this time and he will become a legitimate Qin army.

"Soldiers, brothers, some of you may know me, that's right. I am Han Xin, the former Chu Army Doctor. Now, let me tell you what the mission is this time? We will go east and go deeper to the back of the Han army in the next fifteen days, attack every Han army baggage unit that can be discovered, and chop the heads of every Han army general who can be cut off. Are you afraid?" Han Xin's voice was low, his eyes were cold, and he had a cold breath.

Among these prisoners and dead soldiers, some people knew Han Xin. Of course, this definition of understanding was just two or three sides, and it was impossible to have a deeper relationship. Han Xin was once the object of their free talk and ridicule, but now, they suddenly realized that it was not Han Xin who was really mocked, but themselves.

The rapid gasps of more than a thousand dead soldiers came, becoming heavier and heavier. No one responded to Han Xin's words. They were all trying hard to widen their eyes, open their ears, and wait for Han Xin's next words.

"If you are afraid, you can't withdraw. On the journey of death, there are only warriors who died in battle, and no cowards. You can only move forward, not retreat. If you want to escape, think more about your comrades and brothers detained in Yongqi, and think more about where you, Chu, can you, go?" Han Xin sneered mercilessly, stabbing the deepest part of the hearts of these dead soldiers like a sword.

"Personnel Han, if we come back alive, can we and our family leave freely?" asked a man with a bearded and scattered head.

Han Xin glanced at the man, suddenly laughed and said, "Zheng Da, you are still alive. I think you have died in the chaos army long ago. Why do you want to go back alive?"

This Zheng Da was once the former scout of the Long Qi Chu army, and Han Xin knew him. When Long Qi was discussing affairs, as an inconspicuous subordinate officer, Han Xin and Zheng Da stood shoulder to shoulder with each other and chatted with each other for a few words. Of course, they were all meaningless greetings.
Chapter completed!