The palace of the State of Zhao was ablaze.
None of the eunuchs and palace maids put out the fire because all of them were dead.
Not a single citizen of Zhao came to rescue him.
The fire quickly spread.
Not long after, the capital of Zhao was completely ignited.
Looking from afar, the sea of fire was destined to turn into ruins!
"Let's go!"
After Ying An finished reading, he turned his horse around and left.
The capital city of Zhao had been broken, and the palace had been slaughtered.
There was no point in staying any longer.
……
The news of Ying An breaking through the capital of Zhao and burning it down spread throughout the world.
This time, the people of the world were even more shocked than the Battle of Changping and the Battle of Fen City.
Taking down a capital was not the end.
In the end, he even set it on fire.
How many casualties would this cause?
For a time, the world was once again in an uproar because of Ying An.
A person's name was like a tree's shadow!
Everyone felt a bit more fear towards Ying An.
It is even worse than Bai Qi, the king of Wu 'an.
The capital of the king of Zhou.
After hearing this news, King Zhao fainted on the spot.
After waking up, he cried loudly," I've let down the ancestors of Zhao.”
"The foundation of the State of Zhao was destroyed by me, but I still have the face to live in this world!”
The King of Zhao ignored the people around him and knelt on the ground.
He kept banging his head against the ground.
Even though his forehead was bleeding, he did not stop.
The pain in his heart was far from what physical pain could offset.
He had no other choice.
He could only do this to atone for his sins.
"Your Majesty, why are you doing this?"
"Don't ruin your own body. My Zhao country is still waiting for you to revive!”
The soldiers under the King of Zhao hurried forward and pulled him up.
"Don't stop me."
"Let me die here."
"I no longer have the face to return to the State of Zhao.”
The King of Zhao said with tears flowing down his face.
He regretted it.
If only he had known that this would happen.
He definitely wouldn't fight in the Battle of Fen City. He wouldn't even participate in the Battle of Changping.
He was unwilling.
The foundation of the State of Zhao was gone just like that.
He hated her even more.
Why was it not enough for the Qin country to produce a Lord of Wu 'an, Baiqi? Why did they even produce a champion, Marquis Ying'an?
"Your Majesty, let's leave the capital of Zhou as soon as possible.”
"When the other kings heard this news, they left long ago.”
The soldiers once again pulled the King of Zhao up and tried their best to dissuade him.
When King Zhao heard this, he started to curse.
"This group of villains actually betrayed me at this time.”
"Damned Ying An, I can't live under the same sky as you!”
King Zhao was a little confused. He didn't know what to say.
His illness was not cured in the first place.
In addition to this excitement, his vision darkened and he fainted again.
"Great King, Great King!"
"Someone come quickly!"
The soldier hurriedly shouted.
The State of Zhao had just suffered a calamity.
That would really be a disaster.
……
Hangu Pass.
Ying Ji already knew that Ying An had broken through the capital city of Zhao State and burned it down with a fire.
Looking at the battle report in his hand, Ying Ji was so happy that he could barely open his eyes.
"An 'er did not disappoint me.”
"With An 'er here, I have nothing to worry about, and Great Qin has nothing to worry about.”
"Return to Xianyang!"
"I will wait for An 'er's triumphant return.”
"Pass down my order to reward the three armies and report the news to all parts of Great Qin.”
"I want all of Great Qin's people to know of An 'er's contributions.”
Ying Ji laughed out loud.
It had been so many years since he was this happy.
He was even happier.
Great Qin had Ying An!
"Here!"
Wang Jian said with an excited expression.
As a general, which one of them didn't want to make great contributions? Which one of them didn't seem to be trusted and loved by the King?
Ying An now had all of them!
But Wang Jian did not have the slightest bit of jealousy.
Instead, it aroused his fighting spirit even more.
His son, Wang Ben, was under Ying An's command, and as his father, he couldn't be any worse!
The rest of the soldiers were also honored.
Especially Wang He, who was laughing so hard that his beard was trembling.
"Even if this old minister dies now, I have no regrets!”
"Wu Anjun has really taken in a good disciple.”
"Great Qin is truly fortunate to have a Marquis Champion!”
Wang He laughed excitedly.
Ever since Ying An attacked the capital of Zhao, Wang He had been feeling nervous.
Now, not only did he not have to do that, but he was also extremely happy.
"General Wang is our Great Qin's reliance.”
"How can you talk about life and death so easily?"
"However, it is indeed a great fortune for Great Qin to have a young talent like An 'er.”
Hearing Wang He praise Ying An, Ying Ji felt very comfortable.
That night, Hangu Pass was brightly lit.
The soldiers 'tensed spirits also relaxed.
Everyone started to celebrate.
Ying Ji had also drunk quite a bit of wine, and it was the first time he had a good sleep after such a long time.
The next morning, he returned to Xianyang.
He went back first to make preparations to welcome Ying An.
At this moment, he was no longer the king of the State of Qin.
He was just an elder who was in a good mood and wanted to do more for the younger generation in the family.
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