"Is there no ambush?"
Commander Zhao Zu could not help but frown when he saw this. However, what happened next stunned him.
"Die!"
The ugly man looked at Zhao Zu who was about to arrive. He grabbed the tail of the Green Dragon Saber and suddenly slashed out a half moon in the air like a Qin sword.
After the warhorses of both sides crossed paths. Five Zhao soldiers were beheaded.
Strength 2
Strength 2
Strength 2
.....
Five voices rang out in his mind. Chou Fu turned around and looked coldly at the rest of the cavalrymen. He had roughly figured out that the one point of strength was about one ounce of strength, which was an additional one ounce of strength on top of his own.
The reason why Chou Fu could wield this inferior Green Dragon Saber was because of the wolf pack that had added nearly ten pounds of strength to him in the previous battle.
It didn't seem like ten pounds, but there was no limit to how much it could withstand. Just like how the ugly man's strength had increased by a little, even though it was difficult to detect it, once it reached a certain level, one could feel it.
"Again!"
The ugly man shouted as he looked at the frightened Zhao soldiers.
Then, he rode his horse and charged forward. A criss-cross. Three Zhao soldiers were beheaded.
This scene was undoubtedly a huge blow to both the Zhao soldiers in front of him and the Zhao soldiers in the distance.
They looked in horror at the severed limbs and then at the bloody saber in the hands of the Qin soldier in the distance. A sense of fear slowly emerged.
Even the commander Zhao Zu looked at the ugly man in shock. He didn't expect such a weak general to be so strong.
"Go! He's alone."
They were worried that their morale would be affected. Commander Zhao Zu drew his sword and shouted.
However, Zhao Zu, who had a look of fear on his face, did not dare to attack alone. They looked at each other. Zhao Zu pushed his men and charged forward, then inexplicably turned into an all-out attack.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
....
More than 3,000 Zhao soldiers rushed toward Chou Fu.
As Zhao Zu and the others listened to the shouts of their troops from all over the mountain, their fear slowly disappeared and was replaced by a strong killing intent.
And their target was Chou Fu. He could not help but look at the commander with a cold gaze, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a cold smile.
Just now, he had thought that the commander was being cautious. He didn't expect to be so rash in the blink of an eye.
It was obvious that he couldn't stop Qian Jun alone.
On the other side, the commander was baffled as he watched the entire army attack. Suddenly, he saw the cold smile on the ugly man's lips. He instantly felt a chill run down his spine.
" Defend! There's an ambush!"
The Zhao commander shouted, but it was too late.
On the hillside, in the sparse grass forest. Qin Country cavalry slowly appeared, each of them holding a crossbow. Then, he shot an arrow at Zhao Zu.
Cavalry was famous because they were equipped with crossbows, and Great Qin's crossbows were famous.
Along with the continuous drizzle, arrows continued to reap the lives of Zhao Bing below the hill.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
.....
The groan before death and the pain of the arrow piercing through his body. The entire mountain was filled with Zhao Zu's screams.
After three rounds of arrows, more than half of the Zhao soldiers were dead or injured. The surviving Zhao soldiers began to defend themselves.
The Great Qin Cavalrymen looked as if they had been trained thousands of times as they silently put down their arrows and drew their swords. Under the lead of the two Qin soldiers, they charged down the hill.
"Kill!"
.....
Even though there were only 1,400 of them, in Zhao Zu's eyes, these Great Qin Cavalrymen were like an army of 10,000.
Seeing the ferocious Great Qin Cavalry charge down the mountain, the Zhao soldiers fearfully picked up their spears and prepared to fight. However, they had forgotten that there was one person who would not allow them to do this.
Boom!
With the sound of the Thunder God, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky. A warhorse slowly appeared beside them. The warhorse was raised, and a cold-faced figure was holding a thick saber as he looked at them.
"Ah!"
"Run!"
.....
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and in one of the mountains, desperate voices kept ringing out.
The Qin soldiers rode their warhorses and continued to harvest the defeated Zhao Zu.
Military merit, no witness, need a head.
The ugly man did not stop his soldiers from killing. This was a battlefield, a place where no one was merciful. If they lost, they would naturally be the ones to be killed.
The rain drenched the entire mountain path, and the blood gathered beside the road to form a shallow stream of water.
The ugly man held his knife, and the rain kept falling on all parts of his body. He looked coldly at the general in front of him.
The ugly man didn't plan to let him go, and the Zhao general clearly understood. The two of them confronted each other.
After the sounds from the surrounding mountain paths disappeared, Great Qin's Cavalrymen slowly surrounded them, and they rode on their warhorses. Next to the crossbows were the heads of Zhao soldiers.
"Ha, hahaha…"
Zhao Zu's general looked around at Zhao Zu, who was lying on the ground without any corpses. His eyes were red, and tears rolled down his face along with the rain.
He coldly looked at the Qin cavalry around him who were like demons. He looked at the heads on their horses.
"Great Qin is brutal, the Qin Country will definitely perish!!”
The general of the Zhao army roared angrily towards the sky. His tone was filled with unwillingness and hatred.
In the heavy rain, the sound of horse hooves could be heard, accompanied by a black shadow flashing past. The head of the Zhao general flew out. In the end, he fell off the horse.
The ugly man turned around and slowly walked back. He looked at the corpse with a calm expression. His words just now did not make the ugly husband feel guilty.
On the battlefield, it was either you die or I live. The brutal one was never Qin.
It was this chaotic world.
You only remember that your Zhao soldier had his head cut off, but you don't remember how the Zhao army invaded the Qin country, burning, killing, and pillaging.
The people who won't let go of women, young and old are the people of your six states.
It's you lawless countries.
Under the rain, the ugly man's face looked unusually cold. He slowly led the cavalry away.
He had already exceeded his mission. The last 10,000 Qin soldiers should have reached the city by now.
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