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

Under the bloody setting sun, Zhao Yu's silver spear was against Ying Zheng's throat, and the corpses of the guards around him piled up into a circular barrier next to the grain cart.

When the three cloud-piercing arrows with red flame tails rose into the sky, the entire battlefield seemed to be doused in a raging fire of boiling oil, and a roar that shook the earth suddenly erupted from the Chu army:

"Ying Zheng was captured!"

As Zhao Yu's cloud-piercing arrows tore through the sky, a bloody north wind was blowing across the Julu Plain.

On the endless wasteland, two hundred thousand Chu troops in black armor roared at the same time. The sound startled the crows in the distant dead woods, and they flew into the sky, turning into rolling black clouds under the lead-gray sky.

Feng Anguo raised his bronze axe and pointed it forward. The Chu army commander's roar even drowned out the war drums:

"No one will be left alive wherever the black bird flag points!"

The heavily armored infantry phalanx suddenly split into dozens of gaps, and eight hundred iron-clad chariots rushed out with a bang. The sickles over ten feet long that popped out from both sides of the axles rolled up a bloody whirlwind - this was the "wheat-harvesting chariot" secretly hidden by the Chu State, specially built for plain annihilation warfare.

The fleeing Qin cavalry were the first to suffer.

At the moment when the warhorse's front hooves were cut off by the sickle, the knight on its back was still in the posture of waving the whip, and the next moment he was crushed into meat paste by the following chariot.

A deputy general tried to organize the archers into a battle formation, but he saw three hundred crossbows rising from the Chu army's formation. The specially made three-edged arrows split into a rain of caltrops in the air, and the dull sound of them penetrating the shields was like death knocking on the door.

"Modao Team! Strangle them!" Wherever Feng Anguo's flag pointed, three thousand bare-chested warriors rolled in like a black tide.

These carefully selected strong men of the Chu State all carried two swords, with the short blade in their left hand for blocking and the four-foot Mo Dao in their right hand for chopping the horse's legs.

The heavy cavalry that the Qin army was proud of became a sitting duck here. The fallen knight was stabbed in the throat before he could get up.

The most frightening thing was the hunting by the Chu army's light cavalry.

These knights wearing ghost masks work in groups of two, the former throwing barbed grappling nets, while the latter immediately split open the skull with a long-handled axe.

They even deliberately left a gap on the east side. When the Qin army rushed towards the bushes that seemed to be a way out, the ambushed crossbowmen suddenly jumped out of the underground cave - it turned out that the Chu army had already dug a tunnel and turned the entire plain into a death trap.

"That's your Majesty's golden helmet with coiled dragons!" A Qin soldier suddenly pointed at the crown rolling in the dust and cried.

This cry of grief became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Countless soldiers dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground begging for mercy, but half of their heads were cut off by the sabers of the Chu army.

Feng Anguo looked coldly at the captains holding white flags and rushing over. He raised his hand and shot three arrows at them, nailing them to the broken pole of the general's flag:

"The prince has ordered that no one should be left alive!"

Suddenly, the Chu army rushed towards the Qin army frantically.

The demise of the Qin army was only a matter of time.

At this time, in front of the central army tent, Chu Ning's black cloak fluttered.

He looked at Ying Zheng who was chained, took two steps forward, stared at him intently, and sneered:

"Ying Zheng, you never thought that there would be a day when you would kneel before me, right?"

"It's just a matter of success or failure." Ying Zheng suddenly jumped up, and the chain left bloody marks on his neck.

His bloodstained white hair swept across Chu Ning's combat boots, and his eyes were fixed on Chu Ning: "Kill me if you want. I am the ruler of a country, how can I be humiliated!"

A cold light flashed, and the Jinghong Sword had cut off half of his white hair. Chu Ning lifted Ying Zheng's jaw with the tip of the sword: "Kill him, I must kill him!"

"But before I kill you, you must hand over the Fiery Sun Grass, otherwise I won't let you die easily."

"Sungrass?"

Ying Zheng let out a laugh like a night owl: "The three hundred acres of medicinal fields at the foot of Mount Li were burned to ashes by me. The last plant..."

He deliberately dragged out his words: "A few days ago, it was packed in an agarwood box and sent to the Great Tang Dynasty at an expedited speed of 800 miles."

Wu Zhao, who was watching coldly from the side, suddenly changed her expression. The usually calm empress stood up suddenly, and the jade algae on her twelve-chapter patterned crown shook violently:

"You want to provoke Chu Tang to go to war!"

"The Empress is indeed amazing."

Ying Zheng turned around and spat blood foam: "Li Shiming is hoping that Chu Ning will die from the poison, why would he hand over the Fiery Sun Grass to him to make an antidote?"

The chain around his neck suddenly tightened, and his skinny fingers almost poked Chu Ning's nose:

"But there is another way - there are also three stalks of Fiery Sun Grass in the altar of the Mobei Royal Court. If you want, you can send troops to attack the barbarians!"

"Don't listen to his instigation!"

Wu Zhao's face was gloomy, and she said in a cold voice: "Ying is deliberately leading you to go to war against the Tang Dynasty and the barbarians. I am sure that there must be a medicine storehouse in the Xianyang Palace. As long as we fight our way to Xianyang, we will definitely find the Fiery Sun Grass."

"Wu Yan!"

Ying Zheng's eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted, "You are the empress of the Great Zhou, but you are attracted to the prince of Chu. Don't you really want to ignore the opposition of the people of the Great Zhou and plan to merge the Zhou Dynasty into the Chu State?"

"If you hadn't led the troops to participate in this battle, I would never have lost to Chu Ning."

"Zheng——"

"Pfft~"

The Jinghong sword pierced through the crown and stabbed into the beam, and the veins on the back of Chu Ning's hand holding the sword bulged.

Ying Zheng slowly fell to the ground with a sarcastic expression on his face, blood bubbles bubbling from the bloody hole in his throat.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the distance, blowing the captured "Qin" flag in half and smashing it heavily on the blood-stained sand table.

The general's flag fell along with Ying Zheng, symbolizing the imminent demise of the Qin State.

Chu Ning shook off the blood on the sword and said coldly, "Before you die, you actually want to sow discord. Do you really think that I dare not kill you?"

"Come here, chop off Ying Zheng's head. I will take his head into Qin and let the people of Qin see the miserable state of their emperor."

"As for his body, throw it out to the dogs."

At the order, Zhao Yu stepped forward personally and cut off Ying Zheng's head with one sword.

Ran Ming laughed wildly and walked out carrying Ying Zheng's body.

Chu Ning looked at the head in Zhao Yu's hand, suddenly looked towards the north, and said in a deep voice:

"Princess Changping, I have already avenged you. If you are still alive in heaven..."

Before he could finish his words, Wu Zhao's face suddenly changed, and she stretched out her right hand, with raindrops falling on her palm.

"It's raining."

Chu Ning looked up when he heard this, and indeed he discovered that it was drizzling rain in the sky, accompanied by the north wind, which kept blowing on everyone's faces.

"Is this your answer to me?"

Chu Ning murmured to himself: "Yes, Ying Zheng is your father after all. If I kill him, you will be sad and upset."

"but……"

Chu Ning suddenly narrowed his eyes, and a cold look flashed across his face: "Even if he is your father, I will not regret killing him."

After speaking, Chu Ning looked up in the direction of Xianyang and said in a deep voice: "Send an order to immediately wipe out the Qin army, count the casualties, rush to Xianyang, and destroy the Qin State!"

The main force of the Qin army was almost wiped out, so even if there were still some soldiers and horses in Xianyang City, there was nothing to be afraid of.

Today, the Qin State exists in name only and is like meat on the chopping board.

Now Chu Ning’s only worry is whether there is any Fiery Sun Grass in Xianyang City.

After all, he doesn't have much time left.

Only one and a half months left!