Nine dragons fight for the throne, I don't want to sit on this throne

Three days later, at dawn.

The sky in the east began to turn pale as trumpets blew and drums roared in the Qin army camp.

The 150,000-strong army surged towards Hecheng like a tide, their iron armor shining coldly in the morning light.

Meng Ao took the lead and led 30,000 infantrymen to rush towards the east gate.

He raised his 10-foot-long lance high, the scarlet tassel rustling in the morning breeze: "My men, follow me to break through the city!"

On the top of the city wall, Chu army general Feng Anguo sneered and said, "Shoot!"

Suddenly, thousands of arrows were fired, and the rain of arrows was like locusts.

However, Meng Ao was well prepared. He ordered the shieldmen to go in front and form an iron wall to resist the rain of arrows.

The Qin army infantry followed closely behind, set up ladders and began to attack the city.

At the same time, Li Ran's crossbow battalion sneaked into the woods outside the west gate. They lit kerosene arrows and waited for the opportunity.

Wang Wei's battering ram array launched a fierce attack from the south gate. The huge battering rams hit the city gate, making a deafening roar.

Zhao Tuo's heavy armored battalion ambushed outside the north gate, waiting for the Chu army to retreat.

The battle was fierce and both sides suffered heavy casualties.

At this moment, the west gate of Hecheng suddenly opened, and the Chu general Ran Ming led 5,000 cavalry out of the city gate and attacked Li Ran's crossbow camp.

"Shoot!" Li Ran shouted.

Suddenly, thousands of arrows were fired and the kerosene arrows set the forest on fire.

However, Ran Ming was prepared. He ordered the cavalry to charge in different directions to avoid the fire. The two sides fought in the sea of fire, and the shouts of killing shook the sky.

Seeing that the battle at Ximen was fierce, Meng Ao immediately sent troops to provide support. He personally led 5,000 elite troops to attack Ran Ming directly.

The two met in a sea of fire, with swords flashing and sabers flying, and the fight was hard to separate.

"Meng Ao, accept your fate!"

Ming shouted loudly, and the huge axe in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, going straight for Meng Ao's throat.

Meng Ao raised his spear to meet him, and the two men fought each other.

Meng Ao's horse lance was powerful and heavy, and every swing was accompanied by a whistling sound.

Ran Ming also broke it with force, his giant axe sinking deeper and deeper with each strike, focusing on attacking Meng Ao's vital points. The two fought for dozens of rounds, and it was difficult to tell who was the better one.

Suddenly, Meng Ao used his spear to knock off Ran Ming's helmet, revealing his bald head covered with scars.

There was a gleam of ruthlessness in Ran Ming's eyes, and he swung his axe back and hit Meng Ao's left shoulder.

Meng Ao felt pain and slowed down his movements. Ran Ming seized the opportunity and swung his huge axe as fast as lightning, going straight for Meng Ao's throat.

Meng Ao hastily raised his spear to block, but saw Ran Ming's axe suddenly change its momentum, the axe drew a strange arc and hit Meng Ao's right rib.

Meng Ao groaned, blood gushing out. He endured the pain and swept his spear across, forcing Ran Ming to retreat.

The two men fought again, and Meng Ao's movements slowed down due to excessive blood loss.

Ran Ming saw the right moment and swung his axe like a dragon, chopping Meng Ao's throat. Meng Ao barely turned sideways, and the axe grazed his breastplate, sending up a string of sparks.

At this moment, Ran Ming suddenly changed his tactics, sweeping his giant axe across and hitting the front leg of Meng Ao's horse.

The warhorse neighed and fell to the ground, and Meng Ao fell off the horse. Ran Ming took the opportunity to smash him with an axe. Meng Ao raised his spear to block, but the shock caused his knuckles to break.

"Suffer to death!"

Ran Ming shouted loudly and swung his huge axe towards Meng Ao's throat.

Meng Ao barely turned his head, and the huge axe grazed his neck, leaving a trail of blood. He took the opportunity to stab out with his spear, but Ran Ming dodged it easily.

Ran Ming swung his giant axe, and the axe handle hit Meng Ao's wrist hard. Meng Ao felt pain and the lance fell out of his hand.

Ran Ming took the opportunity to chop with an axe, hitting Meng Ao in the throat. Meng Ao's eyes widened, blood gushed out from his headless corpse, and then he slowly fell to the ground.

At the same time, the south gate of Hecheng suddenly opened, and Guan Yun led 8,000 elite cavalry out of the city gate and headed straight for the Qin army camp.

Wang Wei was shocked and immediately led his troops to rescue, but it was too late. Guan Yun's cavalry was like a force to be reckoned with and was invincible.

Wang Wei led his troops to intercept and met Guan Yun in front of the Qin army camp.

Guan Yun held the Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand, the blade gleamed like snow, and wherever he passed, the Qin soldiers fell to the ground.

"Wang Wei, die!"

Guan Yun shouted loudly, and the Qinglong Sword slashed towards Wang Wei with a whistling sound. Wang Wei raised his gun to meet the sword, but his arm became numb from the shock.

The two fought for dozens of rounds, and Wang Wei gradually felt exhausted.

Guan Yun's swordsmanship was powerful and each strike carried a tremendous amount of force. Although Wang Wei's spear skills were exquisite, he was unable to withstand Guan Yun's fierce attack.

Suddenly, Guan Yun chopped down with his sword. Wang Wei raised his spear to block, but his knuckles were broken and the spear fell out of his hand.

Guan Yun took the opportunity to sweep with his sword, and Wang Wei hastily lowered his head to avoid it, his helmet was chopped off, and his hair was messed up.

Wang Wei drew his sword and continued to fight with Guan Yun.

However, the long sword was no match for the broadsword, and Wang Wei was defeated step by step.

Guan Yun seized the opportunity and chopped down with his sword. Wang Wei raised his sword to block, but his arm became numb from the shock.

Guan Yun took the opportunity to change his tactics, turned the blade and went straight for Wang Wei's waist.

Wang Wei barely turned sideways, the blade scraping against his armor, creating a trail of sparks. Guan Yun did not give him a chance to breathe, his blade continued like a tide.

Wang Wei was caught in a dilemma and faced danger all around.

Suddenly, Guan Yun chopped down with his sword. Wang Wei raised his sword to block, but the sword fell out of his hand due to the shock.

Guan Yun took the opportunity to stab Wang Wei in the chest.

Wang Wei screamed and blood gushed out.

He held the Qinglong Sword tightly, his eyes full of unwillingness. Guan Yun snorted coldly and drew his sword. Wang Wei slowly fell to the ground and died.

When the Qin army saw that their two main generals were killed, they were immediately thrown into chaos.

Zhao Tuo led a heavy armored battalion to support, but was dispersed by Guan Yun's cavalry. The Qin army was defeated and fled in all directions.

Wang Jian stood on a high place, looking at the defeated Qin army, his one eye full of shock and unwillingness.

He never expected that Chu Ning would have such an ingenious plan.

"Retreat! The entire army retreats!" Wang Jian gritted his teeth and ordered.

However, at this moment, a cold arrow came through the air and hit Wang Jian's throat.

Wang Jian dodged sideways and the arrow grazed his cheek, leaving a bloody mark.

He looked up and saw Chu Ning in the Chu army camp not far away, holding a longbow and gazing at him coldly.

"Wang Jian, you lost." Chu Ning's voice came with the wind, icy and bone-chilling.

Wang Jian clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms. He knew that he was completely defeated in this battle.

I thought I had a sure win in this battle, but in the end I lost for some reason.

He had clearly made full preparations before the battle, and even had a Black Ice Platform master hiding in the city tip him off and secretly gave him the Chu army's defense map.

But even so, he still lost, and lost completely.

Seeing that the Qin army could not resist, Wang Jian ignored the arrow wound on his body, stared at Chu Ning in the distance, and said coldly: "Although I was defeated, the Qin army is not defeated. Chu Ning, don't think that you can completely control the situation by defeating me this time!"

"Just wait, I will definitely return it."

"Send the order, all troops retreat!"

The war has already been defeated, and there is no point in continuing to fight. We can only withdraw temporarily and regroup.

The Qin army retreated thirty miles before it was able to stabilize its position.

After counting the casualties, it was found that more than 50,000 people were lost, and two generals were killed.

Wang Jian sat alone in the tent, staring at the blood-stained defense map on the table, without saying a word for a long time.

Outside the tent, the setting sun was as bright as blood, illuminating the corpses scattered all over the ground.

On the top of Hecheng City, a large flag with the word "Chu" fluttered in the wind, as if mocking the disastrous defeat of the Qin army.