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

The setting sun dyed the battlements of Julu city blood red. Han Xing gently stroked the sword at his waist, and 70,000 Liangzhou cavalry formed a goose formation behind him.

At the command, the cavalry dismounted and rushed towards the city wall madly.

At the same time, archers released arrows to cover the siege.

At this moment, the sound of metal clashing suddenly came from the city wall, and Ying Zheng’s black and gold flag with dragon pattern was raised on the main building.

The Emperor of Qin pushed aside the heavy shield blocking his way and said with a long smile to the people outside the city: "General Han has a good method! It's a pity that cavalry is not good for siege. You barbarians from the grasslands can't even touch the moat, right?"

Xian Zhen, who was chained to the raft, suddenly laughed out loud, making the chains rattle: "Ying Zheng, have you ever seen a fisherman casting a net?

Right now, these 70,000 cavalrymen are just bait, the real killer move..."

Before he could finish his words, the guard hit him in the abdomen with the handle of a knife. He was still sneering with his body hunched over.

"Oh?"

Ying Zheng drew his sword and raised his chin, "Tell me, where are you going to cast this net?"

The sword tip drew a bloody line on the throat.

"Are you counting on the remnants of the Chuzhou camp? Zhang Han should have already..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and a deafening roar suddenly came from the north of the city. Twenty iron-clad battering rams appeared from nowhere and were ramming the gates of the city wall.

Han Xing's main camp moved to the southeast at this moment. The 70,000-strong army split into two groups like flowing water, and 40,000 light cavalry quietly left the battlefield in the twilight.

"His Majesty!"

The blood-soaked guard rushed up to the tower: "They laid oil-soaked felt at the bottom of the moat!"

Ying Zheng suddenly turned his head and saw dozens of rockets falling towards the river. The dark blue flames instantly rose three feet high and burned the foundation of the city wall red.

What was even more terrifying was that the raging fire and thick smoke completely obscured the defenders' vision, making it impossible to see what was happening outside the city.

Han Xing had now retreated to a mound three miles away and took the sheepskin map handed to him by his personal guard.

The messenger knelt on one knee and reported urgently: "The Chu army camp has lit seven signal smoke signals. The Zhou Dynasty empress personally led 8,000 heavily armored soldiers to attack the right wing of the Qin army!"

"Half an hour earlier than scheduled."

Han Xing's fingertips slid across the map, finally stopping at the marked position: "Order, 30,000 soldiers and horses stay here, 40,000 cavalry, detour to the east, and wipe out the Jin army over there first."

"After completely wiping out the Jin army, the Zhou army will be free to attack the Qin army on the front battlefield."

The deputy general at the side could not help but speak: "If the main force of our army leaves and defeats the Qin army head-on, they will definitely return to the city.

Once the main force of the Qin army gathers in the city, they will surely break out to the north. Once the Qin army takes the initiative to attack outside the city, then the 30,000 brothers we left behind..."

Before he could finish his words, he was stopped by Han Xing's eyes.

The commander turned and looked at the city in flames. The fire reflected the image of Julu City in his eyes:

"Ying Zheng is suspicious. Seeing that our army's offensive has weakened, he will not dare to leave the city. Wait until the Qin army is defeated on the front battlefield..."

He suddenly took out a bronze tiger talisman from his bosom and gently placed it in the palm of the messenger: "Tell the first battalion to replace the remaining kerosene tanks with sulfur ones."

"Yes!" the messenger responded, turned around and rode down to deliver the order.

Han Xing looked up at the battlefield in the south, a look of determination flashing in his eyes.

He was a man who deserved to die, but Chu Ning was magnanimous and not only forgave his crimes, but also allowed him to take charge of the army again.

His whereabouts were hidden for a whole year, and only Chu Ning and Jia Yu knew that he was still alive.

Now that he has made a comeback, he must repay Chu Ning's kindness.

In this first battle, Chu Ning gave him the command of 100,000 soldiers and horses, and he had to annihilate the Qin army once again.

Although Thirteenth Prince Chu Kuang left 30,000 men to guard Maple Leaf City, he believed that the 70,000 Liangzhou cavalrymen brought by Ma Chao would definitely determine the outcome of this battle.

He did not launch a fierce attack on Julu City because he was worried about alerting the Qin army on the front battlefield.

Once all these people retreated into the city and broke out to the north of the city at the same time, even with so many cavalrymen, he would not be able to stop Ying Zheng from leaving.

The best way is not to alert the Qin army on the front battlefield, but to eliminate the enemy first, so that Ying Zheng has no ability to break through.

Of course, if he didn't attack the city at this moment, Ying Zheng would definitely become suspicious, so he had to send people to make a feint attack.

As long as his plan succeeds, Ying Zheng will definitely not be able to escape.

If Ying Zheng and the Qin army were destroyed here, they would be able to march straight to the Qin capital, obtain the Lieyang Grass, and help the prince get rid of the poison.

The poisoning of the prince cannot be delayed any longer.

From Jia Yu, he already knew that Chu Ning's injury could not be delayed.

This battle can only be won, not lost.

Ying Zheng must also die!

While Han Xing was deep in thought, the remaining cavalry had already begun to attack the city at varying speeds.

The siege lasted for an hour.

Ying Zheng, who was on the city wall, was pacing anxiously in the main building at this time. He was frightened by the fluctuating attack from outside the city.

At this time, Xian Zhen suddenly laughed hoarsely, "I didn't expect that the great Emperor of Qin would also panic. Weren't you sure of victory just now?

Now that your 10,000 troops have returned to the city for support, you should be happy. Why are you still so nervous? Could it be..."

Before he could finish his words, a red meteor suddenly appeared in the southern sky - it was a signal for help from the Qin army that was attacked on the front battlefield.

Ying Zheng's face changed drastically: "This... How is this possible? Why would our army ask for help?"

"Report!"

The scout almost fell onto the city wall: "General Zhang, urgent report! The Liangzhou cavalry suddenly appeared in the Chu-Zhou coalition army!"

Ying Zheng kicked over the huge container of hot oil next to him. He finally saw clearly that the "cavalry" that appeared and disappeared in the firelight were nothing more than frightened horses with flags tied to them - Han Xing's main camp had long disappeared.

Han Xing had already ridden his horse across the eastern battlefield, the mountain breeze blowing his flying battle robe.

On the plain below, 20,000 Liangzhou cavalry were trampling on the corpses of the Qin army and were quickly charging towards the battlefield in the south.

After defeating the Jin army, he divided his 40,000 cavalry into two, with 20,000 cavalry as the vanguard to charge forward, and 20,000 left behind to sweep the Jin army!

The grassland wind brought faint sounds of shouting and killing, and a smile appeared on Han Xing's lips.

"General, it's getting dark." The guard reminded.

Han Xing suddenly drew the sword from his waist and shouted: "Order the three armies, light the fire!"

Suddenly, a thousand-foot-high fire dragon lit up on the grassland, and the iron cavalry rushed towards the Qin army in the south like a river pouring down from the sky.

At the same time, the 30,000 Liangzhou troops outside Julu City suddenly roared in unison, and hundreds of modified grain carts were pushed to the front line - these vehicles loaded with wet firewood burst into thick smoke after burning, covering the entire city in poisonous fog.

When Ying was lying on the battlement coughing violently, he finally saw that the night sky in the south was dyed red by the fire.

That should have been the location of the main force of the Qin army of more than 200,000, but at this moment it seemed as if there was a sea of blood.