On the front line of Zhao State south of Handan, there was a strong sense of sad soldiers in the air.

The ancients said that the sad soldiers will win.

But as four generals of the Warring States Period, Li Mu kept his hands behind his back and kept wandering in the big tent, worried. Since leading the army to fight against Qin and began to fight with Wang Jian, Li Mu seemed to have grown a lot aged all of a sudden.

The morale of the Zhao army is not said to be different in hatred of the enemy. If it were other opponents, Li Mu was confident that he could do his best to fight the Huns, and fight for decades of peace in one battle.

"Old man Wang Jian is not easy to deal with..."

Li Mu thought for a long time and finally sighed helplessly. He had already shown the highest level of military science in his life. Wang Jian could not do anything to him, and was even slightly inferior to him. However, Wang Jian was also very good at using troops and was defeated without defeat.

After a long time, the battlefield fell into a stalemate, which was a big problem for Zhao State.

Li Mu could still remain unmoved on the southern front, but the news from the northern front was full of bad news.

"Is the destiny really in Qin? Why did Qin's military talent go one after another with the leeks in the fields, and another one grows again!"

Li Mu suddenly stopped, gathered his left hand in front of him, looking at the small ink words on the bamboo slips under the dim light: "The third generation of the Meng family of Qin, who dared to go deep into the Qin and Zhao battlefield for the first time, pointed his sword at Handan. It is really not easy. The younger generation of Qin began to grow up again. Unexpectedly, Meng Tian will take over the heavy responsibility of Qin's conquest in the future."

Most famous generals from ancient times to the present have strong will and never be discouraged. They always maintain the confidence to win.

In front of the soldiers, Li Mu's weathered face exuded perseverance and bright eyes. Even his disabled right hand fell into the eyes of the soldiers, adding a strong sense of tragic flavor.

The generals are the soul in the hearts of the soldiers. Whenever they see Li Mu's back still upright, Zhao's murderous aura will not collapse.

It was just late at night and when there was no one around, Li Mu felt a little powerless when he looked at the starry sky.

According to the Yin and Yang family, every star in the sky corresponds to the people on the ground. When Li Mu looked at it, it seemed that the general stars above Qin were both numerous and extremely dazzling.

"If the clay pot is broken from the wellhead, the general will inevitably die in front of the formation. Since I am a general in Zhao, I should do my best to do my best and leave it to God for my destiny. Let the rest decide......"

Under the same starry sky, the Qin army's camp was a different scene.

The Qin soldiers were all ready to beat their hands, and their faces were filled with a stubborn expression of unyielding defeat.

Qin and Zhao had been in stalemate for almost a year, and there was no shortage of supplies provided by Xianyang. The last time he was defeated by Li Mu, Ying Zheng not only did not ask for any offense, but instead sent a doctor and a good wine and meat to work hard.

After the army was defeated, it quickly restored its morale and stimulated the soldiers' desire to fight. It was Wang Jian's specialty.

The longer the stalemate, the morale of the Qin army gradually recovered and became more prosperous than before.

The daily sing of war songs in the military camps are popular in Qin, which are powerful and inspiring morale. During the Warring States Period, it was not popular when you were homeless, but it was a sad song like when your heartbroken is broken.

"General Wang, good news came from the northern line. Yang Duanhe broke through Jingxing Pass. Sima Shang had to fight Yang Duanhe head-on. I think Sima Shang would definitely not be able to hold on in the field."

In the Qin army's central camp, Xin Sheng looked at the huge hanging map, which marked the latest trend of the two armies. A discerning person could see that the scale of victory was tilting towards the Qin army.

"Yang Duanhe's march was still too slow. Meng Tian and his team who first broke through Jingxing Pass were driven straight in and were about to attack Handan."

Qiang Xu pointed to Yang Duanhe's march and said, "If Yang Duanhe is more courageous and rushed straight south, at this time, I'm afraid our army will start to attack the Zhao army led by Li Mu in front and back."

"Yang Duanhe can't be wrong in making steady progress. After all, he is now leading the army and needs to act on the spot."

Wang Ben looked at Wang Jian who was sitting down like an old monk, thought for a moment, and said, "The use of troops is combined with strange and righteousness, and the two armies of the north and south are the main force. Only by dragging the main force of the Zhao army can Meng Tian successfully penetrate into the hinterland of Zhao."

When Wang Jian used troops and his subordinates discussed, he usually did not make much comment.

When Xin Sheng, Qiang Sheng and Wang Ben analyzed the battle situation, the latest battle situation appeared in Wang Jian's mind at the same time.

"Meng Tian kept heading south without stopping. Could it be that he wanted to attack Handan?"

A trace of enlightenment flashed through Wang Jian's heart and he suddenly opened his eyes. He always thought that Meng Tian led his army deep into the hinterland of Zhao, but he wanted to harass the rear of Zhao.

No one would have thought that Meng Tian would use the Wanwu cavalry under his command to take advantage of Handan's idea.

"The young people nowadays are getting more and more courageous. When they get hot, they start to ignore them."

Wang Jian's eyes swept across the tent, and his eyes fell on Huan He and Li Xin.

In Wang Jian's view, Huan He and Li Xin's military style are very similar to Meng Tian, ​​and they dare to rush and fight.

Wang Jian remembers that Li Xin once taught Meng Tian’s martial arts. After joining the army, both of them liked to use bicycles and riders on a large scale in battle.

"Huan He, Li Xin!"

"The last one will be here!"

Huan He and Li Xin were listening to Xin Sheng, Qiang Sheng and others discussing the battle situation on the front line. Unexpectedly, Wang Jian suddenly called them, and was a little surprised.

"You two men cleaned up your light chariot overnight, brought dry food, bypassed the Zhao army's defense line, and went straight to the hinterland of Zhao."

"Where will the target be the veteran general?"

Li Xin suddenly sat upright and became full of energy. The Qin and Zhao armies were in stalemate, and the chariot and cavalry troops rarely had a good time. Now Wang Jian arranged for him to attack lightly and make a contribution.

Facing everyone's inquiring eyes, Wang Jian slowly spit out two words from his mouth.

"Handan!"

"Father, why have you changed the war arrangements you agreed on before?"

After everyone left, Wang Ben quietly turned back and expressed his questions.

"I wanted to wait for the Zhao army to cover up the killing when there was no food in the past, but now someone wants to attack Handan, so I can't sit idly by."

"Meng Tian has only a few people who actually want to fight Handan?" Even though Wang Ben likes to win by surprise, he was shocked when he heard about it.

"Meng Tian has not led his troops for a long time. According to the style of military use I learned, Meng Tian is good at commanding cavalry warfare. This time, he might want to attack Handan and catch him off guard."

Wang Jian took a sip of water, leaned against the couch, and continued, "Meng Tian grew up with the king and was trusted by the king. If Meng Tian was broken under Handan City, I would not be able to explain."

"With Meng Tian's ability to ride and shoot, even if he fails and saves his life, there is no problem."

Wang Ben frowned and thoughtful.

"But if Meng Tian succeeds by chance and captures Handan, I will not be able to explain it..."

Wang Jian shook his head with a wry smile. Deep down, Wang Jian still hoped that his army would gain the glory of capturing Handan.

"I sent Huan He and Li Xin to come. On the one hand, I would not be in danger. On the other hand, if Meng Tian really could capture Handan, I would not be able to enjoy the glory of capturing Zhao's capital......"
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