Zhao Weiwang in the Warring States Period

The curtain of the handsome tent was lifted, and a dark-skinned but tall general of Zhao Guo, who was about 40 years old, walked in and saluted Lian Po: "Le Cheng has seen the general."

"En." Lian Po responded casually, his gaze still not leaving the map on the table: "What's the change in the enemy army?"

As Lian Po's deputy general, Le Cheng was in charge of Hanwang Mountain in the third line of defense, while the main general Lian Po was in charge of Daliang Mountain.At this moment, Le Cheng came here specially from Hanwang Mountain, in order to report on the daily military affairs routinely.

"Back to the general, there is no change in the enemy army."

"Very good." Lian Po nodded slightly, and then said: "The new soldiers, have all the arrangements been made?"

"Back to the general, everything is properly arranged."

After the two answered back and forth a few times, the military situation on Hanwang Mountain had already been reported.

Logically speaking, Le Cheng should have left after the report, but today's Le Cheng doesn't seem to have this plan.

After half a minute, Lian Po finally raised his head and glanced at Le Cheng who still hadn't left: "Is there something wrong? But it's okay."

Le Cheng took a deep breath, hesitated for a while before saying: "General, I have something to say, don't know if I should say it or not?"

"speak."

"Our army has been confronting the Qin army here for several months. Now that the autumn harvest is approaching, most of the soldiers in the army feel homesick."

"Autumn harvest?" Lian Po was even more surprised: "There is still more than a month before the autumn harvest, why would someone be so impatient?"

Le Cheng touched his nose in embarrassment, and said bravely: "The soldiers thought that if they continued to confront each other here, there would be no hope of returning home in the autumn harvest, so the soldiers hoped that the general would lead the army to attack and repel the Qin people."

"It's nonsense!" Lian Po patted the table angrily, "How can a mere autumn harvest compare with the victory of this battle with a million-strong army? Pass down the order, and anyone who discusses the autumn harvest privately will be given twenty sticks!"

After a pause, Lian Po suddenly remembered something, and glared at the submissive Le Cheng: "I heard that you have been inseparable from that Zhao Kuo for the past few days. If you think about this so-called autumn harvest plan, Zhao Kuo ordered you to come and tell Yu I, want to motivate me to fight."

Le Cheng's face changed, and after a few seconds, he lowered his head helplessly: "Forgive me, the general, the last general"

Lian Po snorted heavily, and interrupted Le Cheng: "Then Zhao Kuo is just a brat, why dare to try again and again to meddle in the command of our army? Starting tomorrow, let Zhao Kuo I don’t want to see him again when I return to my hometown to supervise the transportation of grain and grass!”

"As for you..." Lian Po glared at Le Cheng fiercely, and then snorted again after staring at Le Cheng profusely: "Go back and keep an eye on the defense line of Hanwang Mountain, don't let the people of Qin have any chance." !"

Obviously, for his deputy, Lian Po still let go, not wanting to embarrass him too much.

Le Cheng, as if receiving amnesty, hurriedly exited the tent after saluting.

After the sound of Le Cheng's footsteps faded away, Lian Po looked at the map for a while, then got up suddenly and walked out of the tent.

Lian Po's commander's tent is located on the top of Daliang Mountain. Standing here, he can overlook the entire Changping battlefield from a condescending position.

Tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the bright moonlight falls from the sky, illuminating the land on both sides of the Dan River.

With this rare good weather, Lian Po, who was standing on the top of Daliang Mountain, could clearly see the Qin army's fortress on the south bank of the Danhe River, and the second line of defense behind the Qin army's fortification, which was originally Zhao's second line of defense. But it is called the Light Wolf City of the Qin Army Camp.

Under the moonlight, the city of Guanglang with countless camps and banners and the shining lights is like a dormant giant beast, it seems that it may cross the Dan River at any time and launch a devastating attack on Zhao Jun's defense line. A devastating attack.

Lian Po stared at the Qin army camp in Guanglang City without saying a word, and it was not until a long time later that a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Bai Qi, Bai Qi, you must be in the city of Light Wolf right now? You Qin people really deserve the name of despicable and cunning, but you actually want to use that divisive trick to get the king to dismiss me. It's really a good idea. But I don't think about how the king is so wise, how could he fall into your shameless scheme, hmph!"

Lian Po sneered a few times, and then there was a heroic fighting spirit in his eyes: "Bai Qi, let me see this time, you, the world-shaking Lord Wu An, what kind of abilities are you!"

Chapter 30 Bai Qi

Changping Qin army camp, Light Wolf City.

It was already night, and although the camp was covered with tents and flags everywhere, apart from the footsteps of patrols patrolling back and forth, there was only the piercing sound of cicadas.

The 31-year-old Qin State's left concubine Wang Lu stood on the watchtower of Guanglang City, silently watching the extremely calm Dan River in front of him, and the stretching road on the left bank of the Dan River, which continued until Wang Lu couldn't see. The north of Zhao State built a wall.

Wang Yan's gaze crossed Zhao's north wall, looked at Xuan's City behind the north wall, and then looked at the two high mountains standing silently in the darkness behind Xuan's City, Hanwang Mountain and Daqing Mountain. grain mountain.

These two high mountains are like two giants standing in the sky, standing silently on the only way for the Qin army to go north, and resolutely rejected all attempts of the Qin army to go north.

Wang Lu's line of sight finally fell on the top of Daliang Mountain. The bright moonlight illuminated the land, allowing Wang He to easily see hundreds of tents on Daliang Mountain, as well as the tower standing on Daliang Mountain. Zhao Junshuai at the top.

"Lian Po..." Wang Yan frowned with thick eyebrows, whispering the opponent's name softly.

As a young and energetic general, Wang Lu didn't take Lian Po seriously in his heart at first.

Wang He was born and raised in the dynasty of Qin Wangji. In the hearts of him and his fellow Qin people, Qin is a symbol of strength and a synonym for victory.

Although there are occasional small setbacks, those setbacks never hurt the Qin State. Qin State is like a gluttonous beast from Guanzhong, vowing to kill all the six kingdoms in Shandong with the ambition of swallowing the sky. Guo swallowed it in one gulp, leaving nothing behind!

Therefore, Wang Lu firmly believed that the stalemate on the Changping front was only temporary, as long as the war continued, the final victor must be Qin!

"It's a pity." Wang Yan suddenly sighed softly: "But I can't be the leader who leads the victory. I am ashamed of waiting, ashamed of my king!"

Although at this moment, the commander of the Qin army is still Wang Lu in name, and all the soldiers still have to respect him as a commander when they see Wang Lu, but only Wang Lu knows that the current self is actually just a cover.

As a general who aspires to bring peace to the world, such a result is really hard for Wang Lu to accept.

Thinking of this, Wang Lu suddenly lost his interest, and simply walked down the watchtower, and walked towards his handsome tent with a few guards around him.

Just as Wang Lu stepped down from the watchtower, a few dark clouds floated from the sky, just blocking the bright moon in the sky, and plunged the earth into darkness again.

The State of Qin respected black, so both Wang Yan and his guards were wearing black armor. The group of people walked silently in the dark, the sound of heavy footsteps and the friction of the armor leaves on their bodies formed a peculiar sound. Rhythm, neat and full of rhythm.

A moment later, a tent that was even bigger than the other tents in Guanglang City appeared in front of Wang He and the others. This was the tent of the commander of the Qin Army, that is, Wang Lu's tent.

Strictly speaking, this "used to be" Wang Lu's account.

Wang Yan left all the guards outside the door to watch, and walked into the handsome tent by himself.

The furnishings in the handsome tent are very simple, a simple marching couch is placed in the corner, next to the bed are weapon racks and armor racks, a table case is placed in the center of the hall, and there is a large screen in the corner behind the table case , This is all that Wang Lu who came in from the door could see.

In addition to these things, there was a person sitting in the big tent.

A person who was sitting in front of the desk, studying the marching map on the desk with great concentration.

This man is not tall, he can only be described as thin compared to the robust Wang Yan, his facial features are plain but his chin is rather sharp, most of his beard and hair have turned white, he is wearing a black double long jacket, and the top of his head is still thin. Wearing a dark purple crown with double pheasants, the orange crown belt is tied under the chin, and a standard figure-of-eight knot is tied.

This person, of course, is the legendary Qin Wu'an Lord Bai Qi, who has been famous for 5000 years in the Spring and Autumn Period and Warring States Period and even in China.

Wang Lu took two steps forward, and saluted very seriously: "General Wang Lu, I have seen the great general!"

In the army, titles are usually not called titles, only military ranks. As the real commander at the moment, Bai Qi is naturally the general, and Wang Lu's general is actually the deputy commander.

Bai Qi raised his head slowly, and glanced at Wang He with a pair of black and white eyes.I don't know why, although Wang Yan has always been known as the Qin army for his bravery, he always feels flustered under Bai Qi's gaze.

Wang Lu lowered his head subconsciously, not daring to meet Bai Qi's gaze.

Bai Qi's extremely flat voice sounded in Wang Lu's ear: "Have Zhao Jun made any changes?"