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It was already high, and the sun was no longer warm and a little hot. Xiong Jing tried to pick the iron helmet several times but didn't do it. Although he stood on the ice, he felt that his body seemed to be on fire, and sweat soaked his clothes. While walking, Zeyi rubbed his thighs against his skin, causing a burning pain. He couldn't help but think of the leap towards Qin Qi. The guy who was pressing down on the spear was probably someone from Yiquji, so he wouldn't let him say that.

Thinking of Qin cavalry, thinking of fighting with Qin cavalry, and walking on Mu Ze's ice surface, Xiong Jing, who felt dizzy by the heat, was a little dazed. He was a little confused. He was a little confused because he fought with Qin cavalry one hour ago, but walked on the ice surface the next. What prompted him to do such a move? Is it the seductive prostitute in Lingzi?

He really wanted to put the spiritual sleeve on the bed and do whatever he wanted, but the spiritual sleeve was not his concubine. She was the Empress Dowager of Zhao, so he had no reason to sleep with her. Facing those concubines in Chu, whether they were sleeping with each other or guessing the princess, they were all his time. The spiritual sleeves were different, and there was always a boundary between the two.

It's not for the spiritual sleeve, why? Xiong Jing, who was breathing harder and heavier, thought about this problem. Over the past ten years, he found that there had been a huge change in himself. He was no longer the poor loser who complained about the world and the earth in his previous life, no longer the old fried dough stick who was selfish and good at deceiving and shirking responsibility, no longer the old angry young man who was gentle in the jar every day, openly and secretly sang pills from the Zhao family. He changed, became daring to take responsibility, became brave and fearless, and became like a real man with noble character.

Thinking of this, his eyes were inevitably a little wet, as if he was crying with joy. He had become such a person. Shouldn't he extend his hand to rescue the Zhao people who were hanging on the line? Not to mention that they are allies of Chu, even if they are not allies of Chu, as a brave and fearless knight, shouldn't he rescue the weak around him?

The sound of the dada boots echoed on the thin ice surface, getting closer and closer to Zhao people, fell and got up, got up and fell. Some people were in disarray and looked around in a hurry, while some people reached out to shout with excitement. Obviously, they not only saw the three phoenix flags floating towards them, but also saw themselves strode towards them clearly.

The north wind blew their shouts intermittently, and a hot stream suddenly rose from Xiong Jing, who was a little tired, and the heat current rushed straight into his mind. The fatigue and discomfort in his body disappeared without a trace. He moved forward faster, without fear of the evacuation of Qin soldiers on both sides who were preparing to double-team.

"King, King, King..." The Zhao man who ran in front of him walked away as he bowed, as if he was shouting for amnesty.

"Where is King Zhao? Where is the Queen Mother?" Xiong Jing also shouted about a little while, but his voice was blown away by the north wind as soon as he said. After only two hundred steps apart, Zhao Qian, who had surrounded him with a fox fur, flashed out.

"Where is the Empress Dowager? Where is the Lord Pingyang? Where is Guo Kai?" Xiong Jing did not see the shadow of Linghui in the crowd, nor did he see the Prime Minister Pingyang Zhao Heng, and the Grand Tutor Guo Kai. These people were gone.

"Mother Queen, Mother Queen..." Zhao Qian was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and looked younger than Xiong Han. When he saw Xiong Jing, he couldn't help crying, "Mother Queen is about to die..."

"Absolutely die?" Xiong Jing didn't understand why, but when he saw that Zhao people gathered more and more, he hurriedly said: "Each person is two meters apart, go south quickly, go south quickly!"

Xiong Jing walked in the middle, and the Xiang Shi knights on both sides were fighting with the Qin soldiers who were surrounded by left and right. When they heard Xiong Jing's king's order, most of them hurriedly walked over Xiong Jing, over the knights behind Xiong Jing, and rushed to the south bank of Muze. But some people stayed and turned around and wanted to fight to the death with the Qin people. Only then did Xiong Jing see a close maid supporting the spiritual sleeves and getting closer and closer.

Zhao Guo's clothes were completely disheveled, his hair was casually held, and the black hair that had leaked out naturally fell, but was blown up by the violent north wind, covering his pale cheeks. After a night of panic, he saw Xiong Jing standing in front of him, his eyes becoming increasingly dimmed like a lit candle, emitting a different brilliance than usual.

She murmured in her mouth, walking straight towards the man she had been thinking about day and night. Xiong Jing did not stop her, and she also wanted her to get closer. The two got closer and closer. When they were more than ten steps, the spiritual sleeves smiled hard, their eyes bent like crescents, and then they fell softly to the ground. A crossbow arrow was inserted into her back, and her back was blood red.

"Mother, Mother..." Zhao Qian ran forward regardless of his life, but was held tightly by the temple people around him.

The moment Linghui fell to the ground, Xiong Jing felt something fell to the ground. He didn't care about the thin ice surface, so he ran forward and squatted down and hugged her. The ice surface squeaked, and the maid who was crying quickly jumped away several steps, allowing Linghui to be held in Xiong Jing's arms.

"Big, king..." The weak voice of the spiritual clan, the north wind whistled, Xiong Jing had to get close to him before he could hear it.

"Don't say, don't say." Xiong Jing didn't know how to comfort this woman. He knew from the knowledge of the many pasts of this woman. She was the epitome of all the wealthy Zhao girl for her livelihood. The only difference between her and those women was that she succeeded and became the queen of Zhao. However, this was also her failure. Even if she kept admiring men, she could not save her fate of defeating Zhao.

"Where are the doctors? Where are the doctors?" Xiong Jing wanted to pick up the spiritual sleeves horizontally, and the ice surface was cracking, and the knights and Qin soldiers fought fiercely.

"King," Linghui knew that she could not do anything. She didn't want to see a doctor, but just wanted to ask Xiong Jing for the last thing. While breathing rapidly, she used all her strength to say, "Qian'er, Qian'er..."

"Qian'er will be fine, he will be fine." Xiong Jing didn't know what to promise her, because he didn't know if he could survive this decisive battle. But when he heard his promise, the last trace of spirit in Linghui's eyes began to dissipate. She smiled with satisfaction, and then her smile completely frozen in Xiong Jing's arms.

"Mother Queen! Mother Queen! Ahhhh..." Zhao Qian, who was following the temple man, seemed to feel the spiritual sleeves falling down, and shouted even more violently. He actually broke free from the temple man's shackles and ran over while crying. Xiong Jing placed the spiritual sleeves on the ice, retreated two feet, and let Zhao Qian pounce on her and cry.

Zhao Qian cried and the people of Zhao were no longer walking. They bowed to the spiritual sleeves on the ice. The historian took out his pen and ink and Chu paper, and according to his duties, he focused on recording the extremely important moment in the history of Zhao State.

Seeing this scene, Xiong Jing was not sad, only with great anger. Seeing him standing on the ice, several crossbow arrows shot over, and the armor easily bounced the arrows away. He suddenly drew his sword and aimed at an arrow Qin Zhu who was shooting. The Qin Zhu didn't expect Xiong Jing to rush forward, thinking that he would run away like the Zhao man. Seeing him rushing over, he abandoned the crossbow with a sword and held a big shield to fight. The other Qin Zhu saw Xiong Jing rushing forward quickly. Although they could not rush forward together, they could rush forward in turn.

The Baren's height is not as tall as that of the Qin people in Guanzhong. Xiong Jing is very familiar with the sword and shield. Before the Qin soldiers who were rushing forward planned to hit with a large shield first and then stab with an iron sword, Xiong Jing held the sword in both hands and aimed at the right side of the Qin soldiers. The sword was like a rainbow, and the sword was slashing on the right side. The Qin soldiers had to raise the sword to match. Although Xiong Jing's sword did not cut off the Qin soldiers' iron sword, it completely defeated his upward momentum. The sword edge took advantage of the remaining momentum to slash him on his face and killed him with one sword.

Before the rest of his power was over, the wind suddenly rose behind him. Taking advantage of Xiong Jing's sword to slash, another Qin Shu rushed forward and behind the iron sword. The sword stabbed Xiong Jing's waist. Although it was stabbed in the gap of the giant armor, there was still a layer of mail under the giant armor. Xiong Jing endured the pain and waved the sword backward. The Qin Shu who stabbed the sword with one sword did not expect that the sword could not be stabbed in and was cut off by the angry sword.

Yu Guangzhong saw the third Qin soldiers rushing from the side, and Xiong Jing turned his head and scolded him angrily. When he saw that he was discovered, the forward rushing momentum stopped for a moment. Wherever the person was finally frozen, he was not about moving forward or retreating.

"Kill!" Xiong Jing did not take into account the Qin soldiers, but rushed straight to another Qin soldiers. He sideways and avoided the shield that was hitting him, and behind him turned his back and stabbed him with a sword.

Following the Qin soldiers in front of him, another Qin soldiers raised their shield and bumped into each other. Xiong Jing did not dodge this time. He jumped high and stepped on the upper end of the wooden shield with his feet. One person had difficulty stepping on the ice surface. A knight nearly eight feet in giant armor jumped onto the shield and pressed the weight of his body on the Qin soldiers' body. The ice surface of the soles of the cavalrymen's feet cracked with a click.

Before the Qin soldiers fell, Xiong Jing jumped backwards. When he landed on the ground, the ice surface could not bear his weight, and it was just as loud as ever. He could only move forward quickly and leave the place where the ice surface was broken. At this time, the crossbow arrow shot again, hitting him like raindrops, without any injury.

The people of Ba have seen the Chu army's giant armor, but they rarely see Mo Xiang armor wearing the inner side of their bodies. They don't know that the set of Xiong Jing's body is no longer a simple giant armor, but a nickel giant armor. The addition of nickel to the giant iron cannot make the giant iron hard. On the contrary, the function of nickel is to make the giant iron soft and tough. The hardness and toughness of the giant iron always conflict. It will be very brittle when it is very hard, and it will be very soft when it is very tough. The addition of nickel can make the giant iron tough while achieving higher hardness without losing its toughness when it is low.
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