If looking at each other is a fight, then this time it is obviously the victory of the Qin people. Wei Liao seized the opportunity and quickly made someone come to the camp and shout "The king Yingwu, King Jing left in fear." The Qin army was excited when they heard it. However, Zhao Zheng, as the person involved, felt like he was about to faint. The summer was hot, and he stood on the bank of the Wei River for half an hour, especially his body was tense, which was an experience he had never had before.

"King Yingwu!" On the way back to Wangmu, the general salute was not only "worshiping the king, seeing the king", but also added the sentence "King Yingwu". Hearing the general's call, Zhao Zheng unconsciously raised his chest high and did not feel dizzy.

Glory is as addictive as power, especially for a stubborn and never admit defeat. Glory is still fascinating than power. After all, power can only be forced to flatter, but glory makes people willingly praise it.

Zhao Zheng returned to Wangmu with Honor, and at this time the shouts of "King Yingwu" in the military camp gradually stopped. In the Xinshi Camp, when the shouts stopped, Xia Yang fell to the ground and could not get up.

"Wine! Wine..." Someone shouted. It was almost noon, and the hottest time of the day was about to come. In the airtight military camp, except for a small number of soldiers sitting naked, the rest simply lay down. Every once in a while, they had to pour some water on their bodies, otherwise they would be too hot. There should be no less water and no less wine, especially when the decisive battle is imminent.

As the soldiers shouted, the officials in the camp quickly brought wine. Heifeng rushed up to grab a jar, slapped the mud seal and poured it into a gulp. After drinking it, he picked up three jars and wanted to walk into the camp. When the officials who transported the wine wanted to stop him, he spat, and the officials were so brave that they dared not look at it again.

"Drinke and drink..." Hei Xu carried the wine to Ting's face, left a jar, and then held it in front of Xia Yang, leaving a jar, and finally hugged the remaining jar himself and started drinking wildly.

The black beard drank wildly, while Xia Yang was unwilling to drink. After the common people in Xianyang City left the city to eat, the Qin army immediately learned that Xianyang was captured by the Chu army. Xia Yang had thought of sneaking back to Xianyang City to find his wife and daughter late at night, but before he even left the curtain, he was pressed down by the tattoo face who had already stood up. Many people in the army sued the evil, and the moonlight shot into the cracks from the tent. The tattoo faced him and gently sniffed two words: No.

The Qin army camp was very strict, and there were patrols inside and outside the camp. Once someone was found to have stolen out of the camp, they would poke and abandon the market. I was lucky enough to escape and had to swim through the Wei River. Then, Xianyang City could only go out but not enter. The seven-two-foot-high city wall could not be climbed up. Even if it climbed up, it would be killed by the Chu soldiers guarding the city as a spy.

People have times when they are not calm. If someone can pull it off at this time, the tragedy will not happen. When Xia Yang was the most irrational in his life, Ting Nie pulled him off and dragged him back from the edge of the tragedy. However, he was still thinking about the small courtyard of Xianyang City, and the two thin figures in the narrow hall.

"My king Yingwu, King Jing retreated. Hahahaha..." It's not just one person who has wine, but everyone in the team has wine. A soldier who had just joined the team drank and laughed. "In this battle, our army won."

"Hi!" The rest of the people immediately responded, except for the tattooed face, black beard, Xia Yang and a few others.

"Do you think it's not true?" The person who spoke was blind. He said he was blind, but he was not blind. Even if he opened his left eye, he could not open it completely. He could only see half of his eyes and white eyes.

"Why do we need to say too much? Our army will naturally win." Ting replied with contempt. He has not died in the Xinshi Camp for many years. Not only is he good at the battlefield, but his intrigue skills are also great. His blind routine is too shallow, and he can see through it at a glance.

"I thought," the tattooed man quickly diverted everyone's attention after resolving the blind attack. "The Jing people have left the city to camp in a formation. Why haven't the general ordered us to prepare for the war?"

"Yes, why didn't the general ask us to wait?" The soldiers of the scalpers always rushed in front. Unlike heavy infantry, the soldiers behind the heavy infantry rarely have the opportunity to fight, and when the two armies were in war, they only had a pushing effect.

The importance of the trapped soldiers is unquestionable. Only they can charge and protect the heavy infantry from the left and right. However, such an important trapped soldiers seems to have been forgotten, which is really puzzling.

"Why is this?" Blind eyes half opened his other eye and looked at him with difficulty.

"How do I know why?" He smiled. When he smiled, the tattoos on his face wrinkled together, and his whole face quickly turned black. "In addition, the arrangement of troops is a secret in the army, how can we and other sinners peek into it?"

"Yes, that's it." The blind man said and nodded repeatedly.

"So, let's wait, let's wait..." War has never been something that the common people like, especially when facing the Jing people who could not get any benefits. The soldiers could not help but feel joy like a life after the disaster. Finally, they coughed again, and these people suppressed the joy on their faces.

"Why are those two eagles..." The weather was so hot, and the tent was opened, leaving only a curtain top. Xia Yang saw his tattoo approaching and pointed at the two eagles flying in the sky. They circled in circles, as if they were preying on the hunt, but there were military camps for dozens of miles, and Xia Yang didn't know what they were preying on.

"Where?" Tattoo looked into the sky and saw the two eagles following Xia Yang's hand. "It's also a dead man."

"Dead?" The voice of the tattoo face was very light, while Xia Yang was surprised and his voice was a little loud.

"Of course." Ting's face said, his voice was still very low. "It's hard to catch the heat, and there are many people in the army who are sick and plagued. If you don't fight with the Jing people again..."

The tattooed face was not visible, and Xia Yang didn't see his expression. He remembered the heavy chariots he saw a few days ago. Those heavy chariots were sealed tightly, and no one knew what was installed inside.

"We have not been in front of the formation in this battle, and the array is different." Tingmeng said in a lower voice in Xia Yang's ear. "I think our army will be defeated in this battle."

"Ah?!" Xia Yang exclaimed. If the Qin army wins this battle, he still wants to return home, but he doesn't expect to say that the Qin army will be defeated in this battle. If it is defeated, he will not be able to return home.

"Silence." Seeing the people in the tent pay attention, he held Xia Yang again. "If our army is defeated, we should die quickly; if we cannot die..."

"What about that?" Xia Yang was a little nervous, and he remembered the night when the night attacked.
Chapter completed!