"Let me go! Let go!!" Li Mu shouted angrily. The two warriors hugged him tightly from both sides. Under Li Mu's crazy struggle, they were almost thrown away by him. One of the warriors hurriedly shouted, "Come and help!" After he finished speaking, four or five people rushed over, and then pressed Li Mu to the ground. Li Mu hit his head against his head, and was still swearing. The warriors tied him up and then pulled him into the room.

General Lian Po sat indoors and looked at Li Mu in front of him coldly.

"I want to go back! Let me go!" Li Mu was still struggling hard, like a tiger. The warriors around him couldn't catch him. Lian Po was angry and ordered: "Let him go! Let me go out!!" Hearing Lian Po's order, the warriors surrounding him immediately let go, lowered their heads, slowly walked out of the inner room, and stood in the courtyard. Li Mu widened his eyes, his eyes were covered with blood.

Lian Po walked up to him, stared at him, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"I want to go back, I want to go back to Boren!"

"Ba~~", Lian Po's palm hit Li Mu's face hard. Suddenly, half of Li Mu's face turned red and swollen. Li Mu slowly raised his head. At this moment, he stopped yelling, Lian Po shouted: "Do you want to be a deserter??"

"I'm not going to be a deserter, I'm going to go back to rescue!"

"Ba~~", Lian Po was not polite at all, and slapped Li Mu in the face again, like an angry bear. He approached Li Mu, and his big eyes like a copper bell stared at Li Mu, which was very horrible. He said word by word: "You are all the six valleys! I tried my best to stop the rumors of the Qin people, but you are here to tell me what to go back to rescue? Are you trying to kill hundreds of thousands of soldiers here?? Isn't it?"

Li Mu looked at him blankly and didn't say anything.

General Lian Po sneered, pulled out his sword, cut off the rope that bound him, and said, "Then you go back. As a general, when he went to war, he could only think of one thing in his heart, how to defeat the enemy in front of him, and put the rest behind him. You are obviously not a suitable soldier. I will prepare you a set of women's outfits. After you put it on, the Qin people will definitely let you go and will not make things difficult for you."

Li Mu gritted his teeth and stood for a long time. Suddenly, he squatted down, covered his head, and started crying, "My family is all in Bai Ren, the Yan people have already reached Bai Ren, they need me, my father is extremely tough, he will definitely not bow to Yan people... I have to protect them..." Lian Po walked to his side, squatted down, patted his shoulder, and said seriously: "I believe in horse cousin, he will not disappoint you."

Li Mu raised his head, his face covered with tears.

.............

In Guanglang City, a general with leather armor and helmet walked on the street. Whenever he saw him, he would stop to pay homage to him. He was Wang Yi, the chief general of the Qin people. Wang Yi had a general's face. When he was seventeen or eighteen years old, those who saw him would think that this kid should be on the battlefield. His firm face had a steel needle-like beard, which made him look very majestic. He walked outside a courtyard and asked the soldiers to wait here, and walked in by himself.

When he walked into the courtyard, he saw a gentle middle-aged man waving his sword in his hand. The sword light flashed and the sound of breaking through the air was endless. Wang Feng stroked his beard, smiled, and looked at him seriously. After practicing for a while, the man put away his sword and looked at Wang Feng. Wang Feng laughed and said, "Wu'anjun, watching your sword technique is like eating a delicious meal, which makes people feel aftertaste."

Bai Qi glanced at him helplessly and said, "I am not good at swordsmanship. Even if you want to flatter me, you can't praise me like this. Even if you praise me for being handsome and elegant in sword dancing?" Wang Yan nodded hurriedly and said, "That's exactly what I want to say, your conversation is beyond the reach of others." Bai Qi laughed loudly and then pulled him down.

Wang Feng looked at Bai Qi with a straight look, his eyes were as fanatical and respectful as the eyes of Zhao Kuo in Zhao Kuo. Among the many generals of Qin, he was a firm Bai Chuan. Bai Qi regarded him as a friend, but he regarded Bai Qi as a god. Especially when Bai Qi wiped out 240,000 Han and Wei coalition forces with tens of thousands of Qin troops in Yique, Wang Feng was stunned at the time. Since then, he firmly believed that Bai Qi must not be an ordinary person.

From then on, he had a quirk. Whenever he fought, he would always silently recite the name of Wu'anjun. Even before the start of the journey, he was the same when he slaughtered livestock for sacrifice. What's strange is that he has won a lot of victories over the years, which further strengthened his belief in Bai Qi. Sure enough, I am right. He is not a mortal at all! Perhaps, he is the god in charge of war?

"What are your instructions for coming to me?"

"I can't see Lian Po's loopholes. The Lord urged me tightly. I want to ask you to help me." Wang Yan said respectfully, Bai Qi smiled, and he said, "You are the chief general of the Qin people. This was appointed by the King himself. I am just studying here and I have no tiger talismans. How can I help you?"

"I don't understand why you just don't want to be the chief general? As long as you write a letter to the king, he will definitely not refuse."

Bai Qi didn't say anything, and raised his head. Wang Feng sighed. How could he not understand how confident Wu'anjun was? He was waiting for the king to invite him. When he went to Shangdang, he was a little unhappy because he did not take the initiative to ask for the general, so that the king and Yinghou were a little unhappy. He just asked himself to serve as the chief general. Now, he is still waiting for the king and Yinghou to bow his head?

Perhaps because he noticed Wang Yan's uneasiness, Bai Qi smiled and said, "Please don't worry. Ying Hou was really angry with Zhao Kuo this time, and he actually thought of uniting with Yan State. Now, the princes can't sit still. Ying Hou will soon order me to be the chief general."

Wang was shocked and asked, "You mean, will the princes form a coalition?"

"Both losses are both injured, and they can still sit still, but Zhao State is in danger of destruction, so they can't sit still."

"What should we do? Zhao State has hundreds of thousands of troops. If there are still coalition forces to help... what kind of troops will it be..."

"Please don't worry, the number of soldiers does not determine the outcome of the war."

"Then what can be decided?"

"I can decide." Bai Qi smiled and said modestly.

............

In the Zhao State schoolyard, Zhao Kuo looked at the old man below and gave his first order.

"If you are over forty-three years old, with inconvenient legs and feet, and have physical defects, please be on the right. If you hide it, you should be killed." After Zhao Kuo issued the order, the old soldiers became busy again. The old men who were not over forty-three years old did not move. Those who were older and had physical illnesses rushed to the right. Seeing these slow soldiers, Zhao Kuo also held back. He even saw a white-haired old man reaching out to calculate his age.

This time, another long time wasted. Zhao Kuo's legs were a little sore, but he still stood on the stage motionless, with his body straight.

There were really a lot of these 20,000 people, and Zhao Kuo squinted his eyes and couldn't see the end. Fortunately, there were command soldiers who passed the orders to him. Even if these command soldiers roared a few times and were about to cough, they couldn't make any noise. When they separated, Zhao Kuo was once again large, obviously, more people over 43 years old, almost occupying 60% or 70% of them. However, after removing these people from the array, the army on the right had already looked like a real army.

Of course they are not young, but at least they can stand up and look ahead, with neat rows, sufficient experience and body that has not yet completely collapsed, so they can still be called soldiers. Zhao Kuo can't see how many of them there are, but in total there are more than 20,000 people. According to their ability to occupy 30,000, it should be around 5,000 people. Although this number is small, it can be used for war.

At least, they can still swing their swords.

"I want to march quickly this time to stop the attacks of the Yan people. The elderly cannot keep up with the army. Please return to their homes." Zhao Kuo had just taken office and sent more than 10,000 soldiers, but neither Ge nor the other disciples had stopped them. Indeed, if he brought more than 10,000 soldiers to the battlefield, it would not only harm them, but also harm himself.

Some of the old soldiers were angry, some were excited, and some were crying, but no matter what, they could not refuse Zhao Kuo's military order. Zhao Kuo stood on the stage and limped away from the school ground with the spear in his hand as a crutch. Zhao Kuo immediately ordered his disciples to register these soldiers again. After registering, they still needed to organize their troops, but his disciples were not enough to be assigned to various places to serve in military positions.

The guests were busy. Suddenly, everyone stopped. The sound of horse hooves came from outside the school ground. It seemed that a large number of knights were charging towards the place. Zhao Kuo did not even give orders. Many soldiers had already raised their weapons in their hands and faced the gate of the school ground, ready for battle.

The young man rode a horse and when he rushed to the entrance of the schoolyard, he hurriedly pulled the horse up. The horse raised its front hooves and neighed.
Chapter completed!