Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

"How can Qin be easily broken?"

"What about Wei Wuji, isn't he still defeated?"

"This is due to the discord among the nations, and the war strategy is flawed."

"Is it possible for the nations to reconcile?"

Pang Nuan was speechless.

Zhao Wang said lightly: "In the Qin Kingdom, the Mongolian army is still there, the sharp armor is still there, the soldiers are elite, and the chariots and horses are especially prosperous. Even with the countries, it is difficult to have anyone who can stand up in the army. The army formation is different. What's the use of waiting to be broken one by one?"

"What's more, Qin has a lot of elites. Don't say anything else, just talk about the fall. Ten thousand people can retreat as an army. With such a change, what arrangement do you make?"

The entrapment army, one of Qin's elite soldiers, was already a group of killing troops when it appeared a few years ago, and they walked in mourning.

Standing by the king's side, no one even knew how many members of their army were in the army, and who were the generals.

The army of the three dynasties of King Qin became stronger day by day, reaching the number of ten thousand people, so elite that can reach the size of an army, I am afraid that there is another Qin Qiang cavalry, Qin Qiangnu, a sharp division, perhaps even more so.

The king of Zhao didn't know that as the imperial guard of the king of Qin, he was not subordinate to the army, but was only ordered by the king of Qin.The army is not enough to wait, but they are not dispatched by the generals. The King of Qin gives orders, and he can even lead the army.

And the first to fall into the battle, our army has no more than a thousand people, so the theory of ten thousand people is really wrong.

Pang Nuan didn't say any more, he sighed lightly, and bowed to King Zhao: "I know, I will leave."

King Zhao waved his hand, and Pang Nuan left silently without saying a word.

At the end of the Warring States period, Pang Nuan wanted to summon the Five Kingdoms to attack Qin, but Zhao Wang was powerless, and there was no beginning and end.

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The wind chime hanging on the gate rang, and the door was pushed open.

The sound of rain outside came in.

This is a quiet pub, let's just say, it's not easy to find a quiet pub in this city.

A pub is different from a bar. A pub is a place to drink.

The lights in this tavern are a little dim.

Although there was a chandelier hanging from the ceiling and a few scattered desk lamps, those desk lamps didn't seem to be bright, and they could barely illuminate the corner where they were.

The wooden floor and walls, tables, chairs and bars are also made of wood. There is a very special smell in the air, but it is not unpleasant.

The small storefront is cleaned very well, there are few customers, and there are no waiters.

The only sound reverberating in the tavern was an old song of unknown age coming from the old gramophone on the bar.

Suffice it to say, the taste of the place has aged a bit.

The whole tavern is old, even in the style of the beginning of last century.

It's no wonder that the business in this place is not good. This kind of style is not liked by young people.

The middle-aged man in a suit loosened his tie, closed the door, and put his umbrella by the door.

Looking at the surrounding environment, listening to the singing voice full of age.

He secretly evaluated his first impression of this tavern in his heart.

He is quite satisfied, today he just wants to drink quietly for a while.

The style and atmosphere of the place fit his idea.

That's it.

Thinking about it, he walked to the bar with some tired steps.

He was not in a good mood today, so he planned to come out for a few drinks.

Don't ask why, man, there are a few days every month.

A hanging lamp hangs above the bar, making this place look brighter than other places.

It was only when the middle-aged man walked into this tavern that he realized that there were not only few customers in this place, there were only two other customers besides him.

One is a sloppy uncle sitting in the left corner, and the other is a young man with glasses sitting in the hall.

The two of them didn't speak, just sat in their seats and drank silently.

Really, it was a bit too quiet.

The middle-aged man looked around, found a seat and sat down, tiredly took off his somewhat damp suit jacket and hung it on the back of the chair.

"Is the boss here, a glass of beer."

"Ah, here we come."

A lazy and powerless voice came from the background, it sounded like he hadn't slept in a few days.

This kind of hospitality tone is not very good.

The corner of the middle-aged mouth curled up, and he shook his head helplessly.

The curtain was thrown back and a man in a shirt came out from behind the bar.

It was a girl with short hair, black broken hair with a neat feeling, and a black bow tie on the collar of the white shirt.

Her skin is fair, but under the sharp sword eyebrows are a pair of downcast black eyes, looking a little silent and lazy.

The face is very heroic and handsome, with a special charm, an indescribable androgynous beauty.

A good-looking heroic girl, except for a somewhat decadent temperament, there is almost no beauty of any shortcomings.

It's just that this beauty was ruined by a scar on her hand.

The girl yawned, revealing a scar that had been drawn from the back of her left hand, which completely destroyed this beauty that should have been flawless, which was regrettable.

The middle-aged man stared blankly at the scar on the girl's hand.

After a while, she realized that there was something wrong with her behavior. She thought that the scar was something she cared about very much. It was really impolite to stare at her like this.

Is this the boss, but he is surprisingly young.

Well, compared to the aging style of the place.

It looks like he is only in his teens or 20s, his height is only about 1.7 meters, and his figure is just right.