Since ancient times, the most effective way to siege the city is to cooperate with the inside and outside.

The Zhao army did not expect that the gentle grain transporter would suddenly reveal its fangs, and the scene would fall into chaos without any defense. The Zhao army soldiers guarding Jingxing Pass were not a problem to use as guards in the city, but once the short-term handover was handed over, the Zhao army's combat skills could not catch up with the Qin army's soldiers led by Meng Tian.

After the Battle of Changping, Zhao wanted to rest, but there was no chance. Yan State took the initiative to provoke, Zhao State attacked Yan, and Qin army came to harass him from time to time. Zhao State was always in an environment of constant war. Elite old soldiers died in battle, and new elite soldiers had not yet grown up. Most of the brave men were concentrated in Li Mu and Sima Shang's field corps. Those who stayed to defend the city could only be said to be second-class privates.

"puff--"

Meng Tian swung his sword and killed the Zhao army commander who came to support him. The blood splashed over his body was covered with clothes. Along the way, there were no less than ten Zhao soldiers who died under Meng Tian's hands. The Zhao army could not form an effective formation within the barriers. Qin army soldiers had received special fighting training. At this time, facing the scattered Zhao army, they were really like wolves and tigers.

"Manqiang, you can lead people to open the city gate. The rest of the people will attack the chief general of Zhao's army with me!"

Meng Tian looked up and saw that the soldier, who was thinner than a bamboo pole, climbed to the top of the cliff, took out a flag from his arms, tied it to a branch, and flew in the wind. It was the military flag of Meng Tian’s army.

At the same time, the Qin army camp outside Jingxing Pass immediately took action. The black Qin soldiers, like chicken blood, charged to Jingxing Road with all their might.

Looking around, Meng Tian could even see the faces of Meng Hu and Meng Bao. The head of his family was in Jingxing Pass. Meng Hu and Meng Bao were anxious and wished they could grow wings and fly directly to the pass. If Meng Tian had any accidents, the other generals would only be punished, but the two of them, as personal soldiers, were different, and they would lose their heads.

As long as you keep the city gate, you will not be able to escape this victory.

Meng Tian felt relieved and looked back. He happened to see Zhao Tong, the general guarding the pass of the Zhao army, running out of a room in Jingxing Pass, in a hurry, wearing clothes randomly. Behind him, two women were dressed in messy clothes, fluffy hair, and panic.

"Where did the Qin people come from?"

Zhao Tong had horror in his eyes, grabbed the personal soldiers beside him and asked sternly. He came here to guard the pass. As long as he couldn't stand it, even if he completed the task, he would have a bright future waiting for him when he returned. As a member of the Zhao royal family, he valued his life very much.

It was noon and the weather was hot. Zhao Tong was lying on the couch, lazy and didn't want to move at all. The two singers were taking turns to play the flute for him. When they were about to reach the Pure Land, there were suddenly a burst of noisy sounds. When he realized that the Qin army's shouts and killing had already covered the entire Jingxing Pass.

"General, the Qin people pretended to be a grain transport team and sneaked in." The personal soldiers quickly replied.

"Bastard, is the gatekeeper blind?!"

Zhao Tong was furious and cursed, half angry and half frightened.

The personal soldiers were stunned for a moment and became a little stunned. Zhao Tong always claimed to be a Confucian general, gentle and elegant, and charming. When did the personal soldiers see Zhao Tong like this?

"Hurry, hurry back to Shiyi!"

Zhao Tong turned his head and happened to see Meng Tian killing a Zhao soldier with a knife and rushing towards his position. The Qin soldiers all had blood on their faces, like ghosts from the Hall of Yama. Zhao Tong's brain suddenly became a little blank, leaving only an instinctive thought: Jingxing Pass can no longer be defended.

"General, our army has 2,000 soldiers, and the Qin people can no more than 300. As long as the general takes the courage to fight to the death, there is a possibility of turning the situation around!"

The personal soldiers grabbed Zhao Tong's arm and felt a little anxious. Once Jingxing Pass was lost, the northern defense line of Zhao's army would probably collapse. The Qin army swarmed in from Jingxing Road, and then it never blocked the favorable terrain of the Qin army again.

"Now our army is in chaos and we fight on our own, so we seem so passive..."

"Yes, sir, the clay pot will not be broken from the wellhead, and the general will inevitably die in front of the formation. Ma Fujun said that the brave will win when they meet on a narrow road. Now is the time for sir to show their courage!"

A singer tied her hair and wiped the white liquid at the corner of her mouth with her sleeves, exhorting.

"What do you know? Long hair and short knowledge. When will it be the lowly singer's turn to speak!" Zhao Tong shook the singer's skin and looked very unkind: "The general will inevitably die in front of the formation. You people just want me to die here, right?"

When Zhao Tong thought of Handan's family business, he could not have the courage to fight to the death. If he died, the beauty in the family would fall into the arms of others. Sacrifice me and be happy, Zhao Tong didn't have such awareness.

After the Battle of Handan, many young children had no food and clothing, and joined wealthy families and became slaves and maids. Speaking of which, the two singers under Zhao Tong were also women left by the soldiers who died in battle.

"I came to guard Jingxing Pass, and I was already very enlightened. Why did I want me to die? But the young men in Handan are enjoying their happiness!"

Thinking of the more than 20 sons in Pingyuan Jun’s mansion, only his mother, who was a maid and a low-born family, was sent here. Since she was about to die, she would die in Handan, and not here.

After making up his mind, Zhao Tong shook off his personal soldiers' hands, took two steps in three steps, ran down the steps, and ran straight towards Shiyi.

"Why!"

The persuasion soldier sighed secretly. The Zhao royal family is really worse than the other. In desperation, saving lives is important, and the personal soldiers also retreated.

Zhao Tong chose to escape, but the Zhao soldiers who were unaware of it still fought spontaneously. After hundreds of years of troubled times, the battle had long become the instinct of the Zhao people and was integrated into the blood of the Zhao people.

Perhaps they have not received good training and have not been selected as the elite Zhao army. These Zhao soldiers on the second-line are still sticking to their responsibilities.

The Zhao army's persistence delayed Meng Tian's advancement speed. When Meng Tian cleared the Zhao army soldiers on the road and arrived at Zhao Tongshuai's tent, Zhao Tong had already escaped from Jingxing Pass under the personal guards.

The two singers who did not know the hatred of the destruction of the country were very strong. Seeing that Zhao Tong abandoned them, ran away alone, jumped out of the building, fell to the ground, dying, and seemed to be unable to survive.

"The women of Zhao State are so kind!"

Meng Tian looked at Zhao Tong's back and felt a little grateful to Zhao State, so he sent Zhao Tong to guard Jingxing Pass. If a general was changed, like these two singers, he would be ready to die and fight to the death. Perhaps the one who retreated now would be Meng Tian.
Chapter completed!