Before yesterday, the Chu army did not leave the city to station, but closed the gate of Xianyang City, which was equivalent to allowing the Qin army to cross the river. Yesterday, after the engineers poured concrete piles, a small number of divisions and brigades left the city to station. Today, all the Chu army in Xianyang City will leave the city and stationed on the north bank of the Wei River to prepare for the crossing of the river to start tomorrow at dawn.

When Xiong Jing walked out of Ruoying Palace, Zhuang Quji and others were already waiting at the steps. His mount was not convinced, Erzheng was led by the man. Mi Qian took Fusu to the hall and watched him cross the horse. At this time, Mi Qian felt a little regretful, regretting that she shouldn't have sighed like that. In addition to regret, she was also increasingly worried. On one side was her husband and her younger brother, hundreds of thousands of soldiers were going to fight wildly outside Xianyang City. She was heartbroken when any of the two people had an unfortunate situation.

"Uncle!" Mi Qian was so heavy that she couldn't speak. Fusu watched Xiong Jing go further and further away and shouted loudly. Unfortunately, Xiong Jing was really walking far away at this time, so far that she could only see the three phoenix flag waving in the wind.

"Listen to my order and turn left!" In the royal palace, the Chu army had already packed up and lined up. After Xiong Jing's guards merged into the combat sequence, each division turned one after another.

At this time, the Chu army was no longer the amateur army brigade that only knew to turn to one side. At this time, the Chu army had become an elite warrior. When they turned around, their movements were neat, with armor pieces rubbing against armor, spears hitting against giant armor, and leather boots stomping on the ground. These sounds were as neat as the movements.

Xiong Jing likes to hear such powerful voices. But he has no intention of asking the soldiers to turn a few more times, or train specifically for uniformity. What he wants is the warriors of the hundred battles, not the sissy performance team. Neatness can only be the casual expression of the soldiers' tacit understanding. At present, he and the dissatisfied under his crotch have integrated into this tacit understanding.

‘Tread, step, step, step…’, the sound of 100,000 people walking together resounded throughout the royal city. Even if they tried their best to restrain themselves, the temples and palace maids in the royal city were still watching the long-standing army leaving the palace. They either prayed that the Qin army would defeat the Jing people, or rushed to the back bedrooms and the houses in the east city of the palace to inform the news that the Jing people had finally left.

In this era without firecrackers, if there were firecrackers, the generals and soldiers of the Chu army would definitely hear the sound of firecrackers. In the neat steps of the Chu army, not only cheers came from the East City and the West City, but also the sound of hitting the building and playing the yu. Obviously, this was the Qin people celebrating the Chu army's withdrawal from Xianyang City.

Xiong Jing seemed to have never heard of this. If he defeated the Qin army, killed or captured Zhao Zheng, he would come back. At that time, Fusu would be established as the new King of Qin. If this step is achieved, the war between Chu and Qin will be truly over, and the world will maintain the balance of coexistence of the five countries. It will not be until the overseas colonial destruction will be divided up, and a new war of destruction will be triggered on the local area.

The Chu army was rushing out of Xianyang City like a torrent. Xiong Jing did not think deeply about the significance of this battle before. He was thinking about how to defeat the Qin army, which was twice as many as his own. At this time, he was fearless. Once he really thought about the significance of this war, he was a little nervous. It was like a man climbing up a towering tree. He was not afraid when climbing. When he climbed to the top of the tree, he just looked down and shivered all over. Fortunately, the sound of the soldiers' footsteps calmed him and made him look firm.

The gate of Xianyang City suddenly opened wide, and the Chu army rushing out of Xianyang City would naturally cause shock to the Qin army in Weinan. Cavalry one after another reported to the shogunate, and it was meaningless to report later. The Chu army left the city to cross the Wei River. Because of the restrictions of the city gate, they could not set up camps in Xianyang City. The general led his advisers to know it, but the soldiers in the camp were a little panicked. The actions of the Chu army on the other side of the Wei River made them very uneasy, thinking that the decisive battle was today.

"If it weren't tomorrow, it would be the next day." Wei Liao frowned at the Chu army that began to camp on the other side of the Wei River. He hoped it would be today.

"The Chu army in Nanyang is coming!" Zhao Yong shook his head repeatedly, and he was very worried about Zhang Han. Once Zhang Han did not defend Bashang, it would evolve into a situation where he was attacked from both sides. The 200,000 Chu troops, even if the Chu army reinforced by Nanyang did not have witchcraft, the attack like a barbarian spear was difficult to resist - everything about the Chu army was within the scope of the Qin army's research. This kind of research can not only prevent the Chu army, but also benefit from the Qin army.

"Greetings to the king! Meetings to the king! Meetings to the king..." Outside the Qin camp, Wei Liao, Zhao Yong and others who were standing in the military carriage were talking, and a sound of bowing came from behind. Zhao Zheng came.

Aristotle IV specially selected two Sogdian horses for Zhao Zheng. At this time, Zhao Zheng was riding not the white dragon horse in the morning, but a maroon dragon horse. The maroon matched his Wei Bian suit. He rode on the horse in the hot summer. Even if the hot wind blew on his face, he felt a sense of indescribable comfort.

The dragon horses entered the palace for several months, but unfortunately, the Sogdiana stallion, who had no castration, was irritable. After falling in the garden once, Zhao Zheng did not dare to ride them. However, now with the help of stirrups and saddles, Zhao Zheng felt free to control them. He no longer had to distract himself from the two things of controlling horses and maintaining physical stability.

"I've seen the king." Zhao Yong and others bowed to Zhao Zheng together. After the bowing, Zhao Yong said with concern: "This place is only six miles away from the Jingren camp, so please ask the king..."

"Why do you need to say too much?" Zhao Zheng was unhappy. It was his subconscious mind. He had been worried about his inability to ride a dragon horse. Now all difficulties no longer exist, but these ministers always stopped him. "Why can King Jing be like this, why can't I do this?"

"King Jing is a barbarian. The son of a thousand gold medal cannot sit in the hall. The king is the king of my Great Qin and will be the emperor in the future. How can he go to the dangerous place of the army?" Zhao Yong advised him again, and the other generals bowed and advised him.

"Hmph!" Riding on a horse is a different feeling than sitting on a car. Zhao Zheng didn't hear the words of the ministers. He pulled the reins and circled around the chariots of Zhao Yong, Wei Liao and others. The eyes of the generals followed him. When he walked out of Meng Tian's car, he clamped the stirrups, and the dragon cavalry rushed out under his crotch and actually rushed towards the Wei River.

"Stop!" The generals' faces changed drastically. Zhao Yong grabbed the reins of the imperial hand and rode his horse to chase him. Meng Tian and others were about to step forward, and Wei Liao shouted: "No! No!"

Zhao Zheng rushed to the Wei River, Zhao Yong, Zhao Gao and others also rushed to the Wei River. If the other generals also rushed to the Wei River, the Chu army's witchcraft sounded, there would be no need to fight this battle. Wei Liao called on the generals, and the generals could only watch Zhao Zheng, Zhao Yong and others left.

"King of Qin! King of Qin!" On the north bank of the Wei River, the Chu army was setting up camps according to the combat plan in order to prepare for crossing the Wei River tomorrow morning. At this time, the cavalry rushed past the water, shouting at the King of Qin, and for a moment, all their eyes looked at Weinan.

"King." The disturbance caused by the cavalry of the generals around Xiong Jing noticed that the southeast wind blew, and the huge Changqi on the other side of the Wei River was spread across the eyes of Xiong Jing and others. Under the flag was Zhao Zheng, the King of Qin, who was riding a maroon dragon horse and wearing a Wei Ban suit, was running towards the Wei River.

"Go!" Xiong Jing did not hesitate, and he ran towards the Wei River as soon as he rode his horse. Following him, the guards, the two historians, and Zhuang Wudi and other strategists, everyone rushed to the bank of the Wei River.

Soon, the two kings met on both sides of the Wei River, with more than 300 steps apart. This was the first time Xiong Jing saw Zhao Zheng. Without the help of Lu Lijing, he could only see a young king with beard standing under the red flag. He was wearing a squid-colored Wei Ben, red clothes and red clothes, and the tall dragon horse. Just looking at his figure, he felt that this man was heroic and upright.

"King." Zhao Gao, who caught up, handed Lu Lijing. In fact, he also hoped to see what the barbarian King Chu looked like.

After years of imitation, the Lu Lijing made by Shaofu was no longer a bad thing. In the clear vision, Zhao Zheng finally saw Xiong Jing. A handsome boy dancing like a dancer had no beard on his upper lips, only a faint fluff. However, in contrast to his tender face, his eyes were calm and sharp when he looked over. This was not the gaze that a young man should have. The shiny giant armor was simple and unpretentious. Under the giant armor, he was also wearing a sleek Wei Bian suit.

Zhao Zheng looked at Xiong Jing carefully in Lu Li's mirror. If it weren't for the previous few fights, he would have only regarded this young man as an optional one, even if this one was the king of Chu. In fact, it was the Chu army led by this one who defeated the Qin army in succession and now attacked Xianyang. If the Qin State really died, it would have been destroyed by this person.

The two great kings looked silently across the Wei River more than 300 steps, and time and space were solidified at this moment. One of them wanted to wipe out the nations and unify the world; the other wanted to preserve the current five-nation pattern, bring the countries into the sea, and to the world.

Technology, generals, tactics, strategies, resources... The emergence of gunpowder gave the Chu army an absolute advantage, but just three days ago, the Green Ocean Fleet led by Wu Goucheng disappeared in the Mediterranean; just today, the carrier pigeon with the message of the Seleucid Empire seizing the Chu sea boat flew out of the Persian Gulf Wublai Port, and the gap between the two sides was quickly smoothed out.

The two who are already equal in size can only defeat each other and implement their will in this majestic and vast land. The final victory or defeat of the war will not only determine the fate of the whole world, but also determine the fate of the people living on this land two thousand years later.

In history, people cannot feel the turmoil of history and the greatness of critical moments. Xiong Jing, who stood on the north bank of the Wei River, felt that such a meeting was boring. The decisive battle was about to happen, and he still had a lot of military affairs to deal with. Zhao Zheng, who stood on the south bank of the Wei River, stood for less than a quarter of an hour, and his head was dizzy and soaked in the sun. However, he is different from Xiong Jing. He cannot retreat first. Retreat first is a sign of cowardice and admit defeat.

"Let's go." Xiong Jing, who didn't want to continue being so bored, turned his horse's head, and the generals around him followed him away. As soon as he left, the people around Zhao Zheng shouted: "King Jing retreats, King Jing retreats! Long live the king, long live the king!"
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