If you are willing to give up, you will gain only when you give up. Many people understand this sentence, but when it comes to the end, there are very few people who can make the right choices.

Most gamblers will only take all their chips after losing sight of being so angry, and make every effort to recover all their losses.

The bandits on the opposite side are different from ordinary bandits, and their combat power is becoming more and more tenacious. At this time, the rational approach should be to retreat decisively. If Yan Ju can admit the failure of the battle and withdraw back to Quliangcheng, the situation may turn around.

Yan Ju chose to ignore the suspiciousness of the enemy opposite, wishful thinking, and only willing to believe the facts he believed. He was unwilling to face the defeat, so he was cruel and sent out the last reserve team.

"The Zhao army is already at the end of its strength. We cannot penetrate Lu silk, stabilize the front line, and wait for Luo Jia to lead reinforcements to arrive."

After Yan Ju's personal guard joined the battle, Meng Tian felt the pressure from the flanks, but he did not feel panic, but smiled with victory.

When the two armies are fighting, which side uses the final reserve team first, the closer they are to fail.

"Damn it, why haven't Luo Jia come yet? If it were me, I would have arrived long ago!"

Li Bi swung his sword and slashed horizontally. A Zhao soldier who rushed towards him suddenly felt the feeling of slashing in half. He had colorful hair on his body, blood flowing, and he was hoping that Luo Jia would arrive soon, which could be said to be looking through the autumn water.

The cavalry general under Meng Tian, ​​Li Bi, commanded the light cavalry, and had stronger mobility. Luo Jia was responsible for the impact cavalry, which was the heavy cavalry that Meng Tian vigorously displayed, and was not as mobile as Li Bi in terms of mobility.

The Qin soldiers on the front line fought hard. When they were eager to see each other, Luo Jia was constantly whipping the war horse under his crotch.

"Go! You and others work hard to get up and whip up. Whether they can annihilate Qu Liang's main force depends on whether we can arrive at the battlefield in time!"

When the ambush tactic was agreed before the war, in order to prevent Yan Ju from realizing the intention of the Qin army, Meng Tian placed the main force far behind. Luo Jia needed to detour behind the Zhao army and attack the Zhao army.

Before the main cavalry arrived, the Qin army that lured the enemy needed to hold back the main force of the Zhao army and resist all the pressure of the Zhao army.

The elite Qin army selected by Meng Tian seduced Yan Ju into deep and besieged from three sides. With less than 5,000 troops, they were spent together with Yan Ju's 20,000 troops.

The Qin army's military formation was about to collapse, Yan Ju thought that if he had added another move, victory would be within his control, but when the Zhao army attacked with all his strength, the Qin army seemed to be able to stand firm.

A faint shouting of killing came from the air. Luo Jia was worried about Meng Tian's safety and rode his horse faster.

"Dadadada—"

Yan Ju's personal guard finally turned around behind the Qin army. Just as he was about to charge, the sound of horse hooves came from his ears.

Nearly 10,000 cavalry, galloping in the form of horses, is comparable to the big waves caused by tsunamis, like a thick wall, rolling in.

Even though the Zhao army had seen the rushing formation of Daidi cavalry, they were still frightened. The Qin cavalry, black-clothed black armor, long spears like forests, densely packed, and so oppressed that it seemed that it was difficult to breathe.

"I finally arrived!"

Luo Jia took the lead and entered the Zhao army's rear formation, which was like a destruction, causing Zhao soldiers to overturn.

The Zhao army under Yan Ju's command experienced the combat effectiveness of the real impact cavalry for the first time. The cavalry in Zhao State relied more on the cavalry and shooting skills of elite knights. King Wuling of Zhao strengthened the discipline of the Zhao army's cavalry, which was not comparable to the legion-style cavalry trained by Meng Tian.

The same army will exert different combat power when it falls into the hands of different people. After King Wuling of Zhao's death, the combat power of the Zhao cavalry has not been able to go further. The Zhao people are already behind in the use of cavalry tactics.

"General, what should I do now?"

Seeing that the army was defeated, Yan Ju's confidant captain was panicked for a moment.

"How is it possible? How could the Qin army arrive at Quliang so quickly..."

Yan Ju murmured in his mouth, still unwilling to believe that Qin Jun appeared in front of Zhao Jun. His mind was blank, his right hand holding the sword kept trembling, and his face turned extremely pale.

"Now there is only one road left, protect the general and retreat to Quliangcheng!"

At this time, another lieutenant retreated in a panic. Without saying a word, he drove Yan Ju's chariot, turned his horse's head, and broke through to the weak point of the Qin army's encirclement.

The general was defeated and fled, and the morale of the Zhao army fell to a low point. At this time, even if there were still some Zhao soldiers who wanted to fight to the death, they were unable to do so and were very helpless.

The Zhao army soldiers attacked everywhere, like bees flying into the glass room accidentally, colliding everywhere, and their heads were bleeding.

"Why haven't Zhao's army surrendered yet?"

The battlefield situation fell to the rhythm of the Qin army. Meng Tian found a high ground, raised the general's flag, and spent his spare time to witness the chaotic battlefield and lost command of the Zhao army.

No matter how powerful an army loses unified command, it can only be regarded as a mud-footed giant and inevitably goes to annihilation. Quliang's defenders have been guarding the rear for a long time and have never fought many wars, so they are not elite. Now they have lost command again. When they meet the elite Qin army led by Meng Tian, ​​the result can be imagined.

Meng Tian did not have the habit of killing wantonly. If the Zhao army could surrender, it would be a good thing for both the Qin army and the Zhao army.

After all, Meng Tian, ​​who has a sense of unity of the country, does not hope that the Chinese people will kill each other and shed their own blood. If possible, Meng Tian hopes to unite with the people of Zhao, cross the Great Wall, and go out to attack the Huns.

Ganluo now secretly went deep into the grassland to investigate the information of the Huns. With detailed information, it would be not difficult for the Qin army to fight back against the Huns to achieve greater victory.

"The Zhao army should be worried that after surrender, the Qin army will kill them." Meng Hu put away the ring knife in his hand, leaned against him, and performed his duties as a commander of his personal soldiers.

"The memories Wu'anjun left for the people of Zhao are not that beautiful!"

Meng Tian was stunned for a moment and shook his head helplessly. The seven heroes of the Warring States Period attacked each other for so many years, and many people died. Qin attacked the Three Jins and killed countless people. Han, Zhao and Wei attacked Qi, and attached great importance to the burial of Qi, and buried the dead soldiers, almost ruining the Qi people.

Damn troubled times!

Meng Tian looked up at the gray sky, and the sunlight completely disappeared. The sky seemed to be lamenting when the killing on earth could stop.

"Type out my Mongolian flag and make sure that Zhao Jun sees it!"

The Qin army liked to kill, and soldiers were bloodthirsty, but at this time, Meng Tian lost interest in killing.

"Send people to shout, surrender and not kill. After the Zhao army surrendered, if there are any prisoners in our army, they will be killed and unpardoned!"
Chapter completed!