Saint Qin Batu

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Galloping horses sounded on the vast grassland.

It is more than [-] miles from Neishi County in Qin State to the northern Great Wall in Shangjun. However, in just one day and night, the Tianjin Army has already appeared within the sight of the Great Wall.

"Heaven, the end of the sky!"

On the Great Wall, several Qin soldiers with good eyesight looked at the flag in the distance and couldn't help exclaiming.The exhaustion of guarding all night was suddenly swept away at this moment.

The Heaven's End Army, now in the Qin Army, has already become a mythical existence.

The negative atmosphere originally caused by the annihilation of the vanguard cavalry army was immediately swept away by the arrival of the Tianjin army.

"The last general Jun Jiuyou, see Wang Shuai!"

In the military tent, Jun Jiuyou saluted Wang Ben respectfully.

"You are very polite, General Jun!"

Wang Ben didn't dare to push him too hard, so he quickly helped Jun Jiuyou up.However, he frowned and continued to ask: "This time Wang Ben is incompetent and almost caused the death of General Meng. I don't know how to absolve Your Majesty?"

When Jun Jiuyou heard this, a rare smile appeared on his face, and he took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

"Your Majesty's orders are all above, please go through them yourself, General."

Seeing Jun Jiuyou's relaxed expression, Wang Ben couldn't help but feel less nervous.

On the white paper, there were words of reprimand from Ying Zheng.If ordinary generals heard this, they would probably commit suicide in shame and indignation.

However, Wang Ben smiled and breathed a sigh of relief after reading it.

Ying Zheng's scolding was ugly, but there was no other punishment.Obviously, Ying Zheng also understands that at this time when the morale of the army is unstable, a change of commander in the face of the battle, even the slightest punishment, will aggravate the wavering of the morale of the army.

"Don't worry, Wang Shuai. Your Majesty has also led the army. How can you not even understand this?" Jun Jiuyou said with a smile on the side.

"Wang Ben didn't think carefully..."

"However, Wang Shuai, from my point of view, it is probably impossible for the city wall of Shangjun to stop the Huns." Jun Jiuyou put away his smile, and his expression became serious.

"Of course, this city wall hasn't been repaired for many years. If you want to defeat the Xiongnu, you still have to rely on field battles."

"So, General Wang Ben already has a plan?"

"That depends on whether that Xiongnu Chanyu gave Wang Ben face..."

"Report!"

Just when the two were about to talk in detail, the voice of a soldier came from outside the tent.

"What's the matter?" Wang Ben frowned and asked.

"Outside the camp, there is a person asking to see..." There was a trace of strangeness in the voice of the guard.

"What's wrong?" There was a trace of anger in Wang Ben's voice, obviously, he was a little angry at the procrastination of the soldiers.

"Wang Shuai, that man calls himself Li Mu!"

Both Wang Ben and Jun Jiuyou were shocked by what the soldiers said.

"Li Mu!"

Wang Ben lifted the curtain of the big tent, looked at the soldiers in front of him and asked, "What evidence can prove that he is Li Mu?"

"He has Zhenyue Sword..." the guard said hesitantly.

When Wang Ben heard this, he no longer hesitated, and immediately walked towards the gate.

In the cold north wind, an old man who looked like an ordinary farmer stood silently at the gate, but behind him stood a middle-aged man and a boy who looked no more than ten years old.

"It's been ten years, I never thought that Wang Ben, the boy, could still see the demeanor of General Li." Wang Ben, who had just arrived at the gate, looked at the strong old man in front of him, and couldn't help lowering his posture.

I haven't seen him for ten years. Li Mu, who was originally middle-aged, has now become a gray-haired old man. Only those eyes are still as sharp as the edge of a sword.

"Li Mu is dead, and the one standing here is just a wolfhunter!"

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Chapter 4 and Four: The Power of the Military God

Ten days later, the north wind was getting colder and colder. Outside the Great Wall in Shangjun, the Huns all over the mountains and plains had already set up their formations and were ready to attack the city at any time.

On the city wall, Wang Ben looked at the Hun cavalry in the distance with a dignified expression.

No way, even after Yingzheng arrived in Xianyang, he sent tens of thousands of Qin elites who were originally in charge of guards to Shangjun, but it was only enough to make up 25.

As for the other troops, they either followed Prince Fusu to participate in the suppression of the rebellion, or they guarded the eastern patrol team that had not yet arrived in Xianyang.

On the other hand, the Xiongnu came out in full force this time, with 40 people, all of whom were placed in front of Shangjun.

"squeak!"

The city gate opened slowly, and an infantry army of 7 people, led by a gray-haired old man, formed a formation more than three miles away from the city wall.

The one with the word "Li" embroidered on one side is flying high among the tens of thousands of people.Before 40 people, there were tens of thousands of people in this area, but it was just a small lake in front of the sea.

There is no way, the Great Wall in Shangjun is not very high. Once 40 people flock to the city wall, it will not take long for the city wall to be as flat as the ground.

"General Li, Wang Ben gambled his wealth and life on the General, I hope the General will not disappoint Wang Ben." Before leaving, Wang Ben looked at Li Mu solemnly and said.

After all, Li Mu was an old general of the Zhao State, and he handed over nearly one-third of the Qin army's strength to Li Mu. If it was normal, not to mention Wang Ben, the entire Wang family would be doomed.

"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!"

Among the Huns who had always made their living as soldiers and horses, there were bursts of sounds of chariots driving.

Under the protection of nearly ten thousand people, a carriage pulled by more than fifty horses was slowly driving on the grassland.

Inside the tent, Touman Chanyu, with his arms around the beautiful woman around his waist, drank wine and enjoyed the song and dance performance. It looked like he was going on a trip instead of a war.

"When did the Huns become so virtuous?" On the city wall, Wang Ben looked at the huge tent cart in the distance, and couldn't help showing a satisfied expression.

"It seems that Jun Jiuyou's confidence in this trip is a bit stronger..."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of hundreds of thousands of galloping horses resounded above the earth.Countless broken stones are like water droplets, constantly beating.

"Array!" Li Mu shouted in the center of the army formation.