Xinlingjun's analysis is indeed correct. The Qin army led by Meng Ao not only has few troops, but is not the elite of the Qin army. Meng Ao's troops quickly showed up under the attack of the Zhao army, which increasingly affirmed Xinlingjun's speculation: Ying Zheng was just bluffing.

The fact behind the bluff is that Xinzheng really does not have heavy troops from Qin, it is just an empty city with only the King of Qin.

Xinlingjun, who was broken through the sanity by huge temptation, attacked the Qin army with a fierce attack on the increasingly defeated Qin army. Finally, even under the command of Meng Ao, the Qin army was eventually defeated.

Whether it was Xinlingjun or Zhao Cong, even an ordinary Zhao army soldier, they all saw the opportunity to make achievements. They might only encounter such an opportunity once in their life. The Zhao army driven by such an attitude was all excited and burst out with combat power far beyond their usual conditions, and chased and killed them in the direction of the defeat of the Qin army.

At dusk, the Zhao army killed more than fifty miles. If it weren't for Meng Ao's personal soldiers, even the most experienced veteran Qin would have been captured by Zhao's army.

Countless heavy breathing sounds echoed in Xinlingjun's ears, both people and war horses, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and a hint of moisture.

"Tide?" Xinlingjun's body, sitting upright on the horse's back, couldn't help but feel agitation, and his excited face instantly faded.

How could there be such heavy moisture in this season, this time and this place?

"Mr. Xinling, our army won the first battle, Xinzheng is in sight, and the reputation in history is right in front of us." Zhao Cong, who was dominated by the joy of achieving unprecedented military achievements, couldn't help laughing.

"Today we defeated Meng Ao, and it is only more than 200 miles away from Xinzheng. Tomorrow, our army can reach Xinzheng at dusk." Zhao Cong strangled the reins. Although he was very tired after the battle and was breathing heavily, his waist was still straight and his expression was still excited.

"Why is there such a heavy dampness?" Xinling Jun was immersed in his own question, and seemed to have not heard the words ringing in his ears.

Zhao Cong, who failed to get a response, was a little strange and couldn't help but look at Xinlingjun. He saw that the number one hero who was good at strategizing and understanding the weaknesses of the Qin army and helped him defeat the Qin army was not happy at this time. Instead, his face became increasingly ugly as time went by.

"Mr. Xinling?" Zhao Cong, shocked and puzzled, couldn't help but ask.

"Why are there such heavy moisture here?" Xinling Jun suddenly turned his head and asked Zhao Cong loudly.

Looking at Xinlingjun, who had already lost his confidence and calm demeanor in front of him, Zhao Cong couldn't help but wonder even more and asked, "Xinlingjun, what's wrong with you?"

"This season, this is time, there shouldn't be such heavy tides. These tides do not come from the sky, so where will it come from?" Xinlingjun grabbed the reins in his hand, his face becoming more and more ferocious.

"It can only come from the ground, moisture, water vapor, water vapor, moisture......" Xinlingjun kept repeating these two words, and his speech was getting faster and faster, just when Zhao Cong thought that Xinlingjun was suddenly abnormal.

Xinlingjun suddenly spewed out a blood mist, but he didn't care about this, but said loudly: "Retreat quickly, retreat quickly along the way we came." After shouting this sentence, Xinlingjun seemed to have lost all his energy and fell on the horse's back.

"Retreat? Xinlingjun, why should we retreat? We should take advantage of the victory to pursue it at this time?" Zhao Cong looked at Xinlingjun who suddenly became old in front of him, and said in surprise.

"These tides are caused by the terrain near the surrounding area. If I am not mistaken, the wetlands along the river must be within dozens of miles around. At that time, Zheng Guozichan opened tens of thousands of acres of fish ponds north of Xinzheng and south of the river. Later, South Korea destroyed Zheng, and these fish ponds slowly became deserted. But because of this, a huge swamp was formed in that place. Do you know what the swamp means to our army?" Xinlingjun reluctantly raised his head and gasped.

"Oh no." Zhao Cong, who was not stupid, suddenly thought of the key and fell into the trap.

"Retreat, retreat quickly." Zhao Cong shouted loudly.

The Zhao army, who was unknown, acted as Zhao Cong in the sudden withdrawal order, and was as surprised and suspicious as Zhao Cong before. However, as a well-trained elite, when facing the sudden withdrawal order, the hesitation in his heart did not affect his actions. They turned their direction and ran towards the road when they came.

But even if you enter the trap, it is not so easy to escape.

Before the Zhao army could completely change direction, the deafening shouts of killing suddenly broke out in the vicinity of Zhou. The Zhao army was even more attacked by crossbow arrows on the outside. The Zhao army, who had just won a great victory, was stunned in an instant.

"Retreat, don't divide the troops, don't walk around, follow the route you came." Xinling Jun said weakly.

The frightened Zhao Cong had no idea and could only convey military orders according to Xinlingjun's wishes.

The Zhao army, who came from all directions, did not even dare to bother with the Qin army. They just ran away with the speed of the cavalry. However, the Zhao army, who had been fighting for an afternoon, still had some strength to chase the Qin army for dozens of miles, how long can it take to run?

When the Zhao army finally broke through the Qin army on the northern route after paying a heavy price, they were frightened to find that on the way they came, a ditch that had been dozens of meters wide had already broken the road, and in the place where there were no ditches, there were heavy troops in Qin guarding it. At this time, the sky was completely dark.

Zhao Cong, who was desperate in his heart, looked at Xinlingjun who could fall into a coma at any time, and said with a last glimmer of hope: "Does Xinlingjun have good plans?"

"Don't retreat anymore, camp on the spot and wait for tomorrow's decisive battle." Xinling Jun said desperately.

"Decisive battle? You can't win at all. Since the Qin army has led us into ambush, how can we give us a chance to win? The surrounding Qin army forces are above our army." Zhao Cong couldn't help but say.

Decisive battle? That simply means a joke. If you really want a decisive battle, why should I ask you? Zhao Cong looked at Xinlingjun in front of him, and suddenly felt that the hero in his heart was not as powerful as he imagined.

"The decisive battle still has a glimmer of hope. If we break through at this time, the night will be difficult to see, the terrain will be difficult to distinguish, and the combat power is not as good as the Qin army. That is the situation of death without life. If we gather our troops together, we still have a chance to try." Xinling Jun reluctantly straightened his back and said.

At this time, he cannot collapse. He must take these people out. Otherwise, the main Zhao army in the coalition column will be completely passive. With his understanding of Zhao Wang Yan, without this Zhao army, Handan's safety will allow him to draw Zhao army from the front line to return to aid.

He could sit idly by and watch the destruction of the western border of Zhao, but he did not dare to play Handan with the Qin army.

His so-called courage and determination are based on his own safety and the lives of others are fought against. Once it involves his own safety, his courage and determination are like a cloth tiger, and they can be broken with one stab.

In despair, the Zhao army looked at the torches fired by the Qin army around them, and felt a heart-wrenching chill in the autumn night that was not cold.

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"Xinling Jun's reputation for life will eventually be ruined by the king." Meng Ao looked at the Zhao Jun camp on the other side of the canal and couldn't help but say.

He was once defeated by that young man, and Qin State suffered a great loss twice under Xinlingjun. Meng Ao knew very well that Xinlingjun was terrifying. He was a military genius who had no stage but was no inferior to any famous general.

But such a military genius who can rank among the top three in the world was played with by the king, and now his life and death are even more at the forefront.
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