Xinlingjun, who became a fish on the chopping board, still wanted to leap hard, hoping to escape from the chopping board and get rid of my fate for fish.

At this time, Honglian had completely escaped from the destruction of the fish soup, but at this time she did not look at any joy. Therefore, at this time she was holding a jade cup filled with rib soup, her face full of bitterness.

"But it's not to your taste?" Ying Zheng glanced at Honglian and asked.

"No." Honglian replied with a smile barely.

"Why don't you drink it quickly, it will be cold in a while." Ying Zheng urged.

"Yes." Honglian responded quickly.

Then he closed his eyes, like a warrior about to go to the battlefield, and he let his heart go in his mouth.

"How is it?" Ying Zheng asked unscrupulously.

Hearing Ying Zheng’s question, Honglian couldn’t help but pursed her tongue, and suddenly she felt that the taste was actually pretty good.

This discovery made Honglian's face turn red, but she lowered her head and said, "It's delicious."

"Then you can prepare for your later midnight snacks today." Ying Zheng said as Honglian's words.

After hearing this, Honglian's face turned even more bitter. She secretly blamed herself for talking too much, but the truth was gone and it was hard to save it.

"Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night." Ying Zheng looked at the dark path where there was nowhere to be seen outside the hall.

On a sleepless night? Honglian couldn't help but tremble, as if she was thinking of seeing something terrible, and then another Honghonglian was a Honghonglian.

Tonight was indeed a sleepless night, but it was not what Honglian understood. Although Xinzheng was still calm, there was a turbulent place.

The autumn night was already a little cold. Xinling Jun, who was hit hard, was nestled in front of a bonfire, silently gnawing on the dry food in his hand. Although he was constantly instilling the idea that tomorrow would still be a glimmer of hope for Zhao Cong and other generals, he himself knew that the 50,000 troops on his side could not escape the end of the destruction of the entire army. It was hard for him to imagine that Ying Zheng, who could predict everything and lead him into the trap of ten lifelessness, would leave a flaw he could find.

Looking at the endless bonfires in the distance, Xinling Jun knew that the Qin army opposite would never be reduced to 100,000. Those bonfires were not bluffs, but were real existences.

Xinlingjun recalled everything he had done in the past few years, thought of Yan State from Xinzheng three years ago, and then even more thought of his experience in Handan a few days ago. Countless memories continued to pour into Xinlingjun's mind at this time.

"Where am I wrong?" Xinlingjun whispered to himself.

“Is every step I take really in your plan?”

Xinlingjun recalled the memories of these days, from the fact that he had discovered the flaws of the Qin army, to the fact that he persuaded Zhao Wangyan to send troops to attack Xinzheng, the last memory came to the battle at noon.

The more he thought about it, the more desperate he became, because he found that his current dilemma was not caused by his own mistakes, but the result that he was applying his experience and wisdom to the extreme.

Starting from this incident itself, if he makes mistakes at any stage, he will not be in this situation, but he has not made any mistakes.

If he had such a peak performance at other times, he would have been excited about it, but at this time, he had only endless bitterness.

He knew that he had almost no chance of escape, not only him, but also all the Zhao army here. He could do so to boost the morale of the Zhao army. He could not allow them to surrender no matter what. Even if the entire army was wiped out, the Qin army would have to pay a heavy price. Only in this way can the Qin army be consumed and a glimmer of hope for victory to the coalition forces on several other fronts.

As for the life and death of the Zhao army soldiers, in his opinion, death is their destination. Do you still need to surrender?

Don’t blame me, I’m also for your Zhao State. Xinlingjun, who was in a heavy mood, looked at the Zhao soldiers who were surrounded by others, but there were not many fears, and thought to himself.

Changping’s lessons must not be performed again.

Only death is our true destination.

Death is the destination of Xinlingjun, so what will the destination of Honglian be?

After Han Fei received news about his sister Honglian from his master Xunzi, a ripple finally appeared in his calm state of mind.

Unlike the men of the Korean royal family, he can accept whatever their ending will be after the country is destroyed, because this is their man's responsibility. Since he has ended up with the wealth and status brought to them by this country, it is reasonable to pay the price for it one day, but a girl like Honglian is different, and she shouldn't have ended up with so much.

"What do you think is Xinlingjun's hope for survival this time?" Xunqiu, who brought the news of the red lotus to Han Fei, did not leave, but told Han Fei another thing.

"Xinling Jun will not survive anymore." Han Fei heard the teacher's question and dared not do it anymore.

"Although Xinling Jun was surrounded, as long as he surrendered, I think the king would not kill him." Xun Zikao said.

"If things really are as the master said, and Xinling Jun takes the initiative to enter the trap set by the king step by step, then even if Xinling Jun is alive, he will die, and he has been completely defeated in this failure. This is the case in spirit." Han Fei analyzed.

"What a pity, people in the world praise the Fourth Prince, but in the eyes of the master, only Xinling Jun is worthy of his name, and such a master of humanity will eventually come to an end." Xunqiu sighed to Han Fei with deep meaning.

Han Fei's face couldn't help but condense. He knew what his master meant. Xinling Jun died because of Wei State, and what about him? Isn't he the same illness as Xinling Jun? But the difference is that he still has a chance.

"You don't have to worry about your sister. You can see that she is very favored by the king. For a girl, it is a blessing to have such an ending. She is much luckier than most old Koreans." Xunqiu said and left.

Honglian. Han Fei recited the name silently and sighed quietly.

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"red lotus."

"Yes." Honglian replied in a daze.

"Do you know how to fight?" Ying Zheng looked at the red lotus in his arms, which looked like a drunken person, and said seriously.

"War?" Honglian barely cheered up.

"I have no idea."

"War must take into account the right time, place and harmony of people." Ying Zheng said with his arms around Honglian.

In Honglian's doubts, Ying Zheng said again: "The so-called time is the night now."

"The so-called geographical advantage means occupying the high ground and forming a condescending force."

"Yes." Honglian responded, but her eyes couldn't help but fall, and fell in front of her. There was a hand there. What does the high ground you said have to do with me?"

"Then you need to guide the enemy into the rhythm you set."

Ying Zheng's voice echoed in Honglian's ears, Honglian felt dizzy and her body became hotter and hotter.

Then he fell into an unspeakable silence, neither Ying Zheng nor Hong Lian said a word.

"When the enemy completely enters his own rhythm, launch a fatal blow so that he can win the war." After a long time, Ying Zheng suddenly said.

"Ah." Honglian, who was originally wandering around, suddenly tense her body, and her body, held in Ying Zheng, arched a beautiful curve, and then completely collapsed.

"King." In the quiet night, only Honglian was left subconsciously murmuring, as if she was charming.
Chapter completed!