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

The dark night sky enveloped the plains south of Julu City. Zhang Han's heavy cavalry in black armor were charging frantically in the Chu-Zhou coalition camp.

Suddenly, there was a sound like muffled thunder from the southeast, and thousands of sparks flashed in the dark night - 20,000 Liangzhou cavalry swept in like a silver torrent, and the leading general Ma Chao held three Qin army flags in his 10-foot-long steel spear.

"Erect shield!"

Zhang Han’s roar was drowned out by the roar of iron hooves.

These Liangzhou war horses from Longxi were half a head taller than ordinary horses, and the chain mail they were wearing made a rustling sound like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue when they charged.

Ma Chao suddenly reined in his horse and stood up. His horse's front hooves crushed the Qin army's shield formation. His spear swept across, and five heads wearing iron helmets shot up into the sky.

"A man from Liangzhou!"

Ma Chao pulled back his scarlet cape, revealing seven flying knives stuck on his back, and shouted, "Follow me to cut through the enemy's formation!"

Upon hearing the order, the eight thousand light cavalry formed a cone formation and actually plowed a bloody path through the Qin army's heavy shield square formation.

A Qin army captain raised his axe to chop, but Ma Chao suddenly threw out a flying knife with his left hand. The blade accurately penetrated the gap in the iron armor and pierced into the throat. The long spear in his right hand took advantage of the situation to knock away three shields.

Zhang Han looked at the silver spear flying like a dragon under the torch in the distance, and his teeth were almost bleeding from biting them.

An even more terrifying murderous intention came at this time - a large flag with the word "Han" was suddenly erected behind the Qin army's flank formation, and 20,000 Liangzhou cavalry broke into the Qin army's main formation from the flank.

These cavalrymen had five short spears hung on each side of their saddles, which were thrown simultaneously at a distance of thirty steps. The rain of spears actually nailed three rows of archers to the ground.

"Report——!"

The blood-soaked messenger fell off his saddle and said, "Han Xingye's troops have broken through the right wing and are less than two miles away from our army!"

The flag in Zhang Han's hand was almost broken. He looked at the defeated soldiers who were constantly retreating into the Chuzhou camp, and suddenly snatched the gilded horse lance from his personal guard:

"Move the Tiger Guards to the front! Turn all the crossbows to the southeast!"

"Also, notify His Majesty of this matter immediately and ask His Majesty to make the decision!"

Things have developed to this point and it is no longer something Zhang Han can decide.

If this battle continues, not only will the Qin army have no chance of winning, but they may all be wiped out.

But he was not the emperor, so he could only send someone to ask the emperor to order a retreat.

Otherwise, if this continues, the Qin army will most likely be defeated by the Chu-Zhou coalition forces.

They had a very difficult time fighting against the Chu-Zhou coalition army of just 200,000.

Now that so many Liangzhou cavalry have arrived, it is impossible for them to win. They might as well think about how to retreat safely.

The best thing to do now is to retreat to Julu City and continue to fight with the Chu-Zhou coalition forces.

The Jin army is gone, so they don’t have to worry about food. It is enough to defeat the Chu-Zhou coalition!

At this moment, Zhang Han placed all his hopes on Ying Zheng. He hoped that Ying Zheng could make the right choice.

Half an hour later.

On the top of Julu City, Ying Zheng was holding onto the arrow slit and staring at the battlefield in the south.

Xian Zhen dragged the iron chain closer to the battlement and suddenly sneered, "Ying Zheng, do you smell the burning smell? This is the iron urn that Han Xing used to cook the Qin army."

Before he could finish his words, the battle report presented by the messenger had been crushed into pieces by Ying Zheng - Zhang Han was actually asking whether to retreat to Julu City.

"Bastard!"

The Qin Emperor kicked over the bronze lamp tree, and the burning whale oil spread on the wall into a ferocious fire snake.

"Since Han Xing has transferred his main force to the front line, what are these 30,000 rubbish outside the city? Tell Zhang Han that I will give him two hours. If he fails to get Chu Ning's head..."

He suddenly grabbed Xian Zhen's hair and pressed him against the battlement: "I will make him suffer the same fate as old man Xian Zhen!"

Xian Zhen's forehead was bleeding but he was still laughing: "You are angry out of shame. Hahahaha, to tell you the truth, you will definitely lose this battle!"

He knew that at this moment all the Jin troops had been killed by the Chu cavalry.

As a general of the State of Jin, he had lost all desire to live and only wanted to disgust Ying Zheng in the last crucial moment of his life.

But before he could finish his words, Ying Zheng had already drawn his sword and cut off three strands of his white hair. He said in a cold voice: "Pass the order! If Zhang Han's troops mention the word retreat again, all captains and above will be beheaded!"

"Yes!" The messenger responded and immediately went down to deliver the message.

At this time, on the east side of the front battlefield, Ma Chao's spear had turned blood red.

But there were a lot of Qin troops around, and they were constantly pouring in, trying to rely on their numerical advantage to block their attack.

Ma Chao snorted coldly and simply snatched the Qin army's battle flag and used it as a stick. Wherever the flagpole as thick as a bowl swept past, the heavily armored infantry fell like wheat waves.

Suddenly, seven men with hook-and-sickle spears formed a killing formation and surrounded them. Ma Chao turned over and hid in the horse's belly. When the horse raised its hoof and kicked two people's heads to pieces, the flagpole in his hand had already pierced through the chests of three of them. Just as the remaining two people were about to escape, five flying knives had already pierced into the back of their necks.

"General Ma! The enemy's flag is moving and the signal arrow is fired!" The guards suddenly pointed to the sky.

Three whistling arrows exploded in red smoke in the night, and Ma Chao's pupils suddenly shrank - this was the signal to "capture the king."

He suddenly pulled off the tattered breastplate cape, revealing the hideous pattern of Jiaozi on the armor behind him:

"Change horses! I will go straight for Zhang Han's flag!"

At this moment, Zhang Han was fighting hard in the central army.

Han Xingye's heavy cavalry has broken through the last line of defense, and the three hundred guards he trained personally are using their flesh and blood to block the iron hooves.

What was even more deadly was that the Chu-Zhou coalition forces suddenly launched twenty improved crossbows from the camp. These crossbows fired giant arrows tied with kerosene cans, and the Qin army's crossbow position turned into a sea of fire.

"General! Retreat!"

The deputy general covered his broken arm and screamed, "Our retreat route has not been completely blocked. If we take our men away now, we can still preserve our strength."

A cold light flashed, and the deputy general's head rolled to the ground.

Zhang Han shook off the blood on his sword, looked at Chu Ning's red flag in the distance, and suddenly grabbed the drumstick and beat the war drum himself:

"My fellow Qin men! Follow me and kill our way through the enemy camp!"

Three black flags were raised at the same time, and five thousand heavily armored infantry formed a tortoise shell formation and advanced forward.

These warriors held six-foot-long shields in their left hands and five-foot-long sabers in their right hands, and they managed to carve out a path among the Liangzhou cavalry.

Zhang Han personally led three hundred cavalrymen and followed closely behind. When his horses knocked over the antlers of the Chu army, he suddenly saw Chu Ning's white jade crown a hundred steps away.

"Shoot!" A loud shout came from the Chu army.

Zhang Han raised his shield to block the rain of arrows, but saw thirty Chu army strongmen pushing out a peculiarly shaped crossbow cart - this was the Mohist mechanism "Rain of Pear Blossoms", and thousands of poisonous arrows poured out in an instant.

The three hundred Qin cavalrymen and their horses were pierced like hedgehogs. Zhang Han's horse fell to the ground with a whine. He rolled over to avoid the poison needles, but his left shoulder was hit by three arrows.

"Protect the prince!" The Chu army's formation suddenly broke apart, and eight hundred heavily armored guards formed an iron wall.

Zhang Han climbed up spitting blood foam, and suddenly found that Han Xingye's cavalry had circled to the rear at some point, and the Liangzhou Army and the Chu Army were forming a siege.

He looked in the direction of Julu City and laughed miserably, swung his sword to cut off the arrow shaft on his left arm, and rushed towards Chu Ning's tent with the last of his soldiers.

He knew he couldn't survive and wanted to give it a try.

But what greeted him was a dense barrage of sharp arrows. Amidst screams of horror, Zhang Han and his personal soldiers were shot into pieces!

At this time, Han Xing rode his horse to Chu Ning, dismounted and saluted: "I am late in coming to your rescue, Your Highness, please punish me!"