Zhao Weiwang in the Warring States Period

of course not.

The reason why Wang Jian has been hesitating and struggling is because Wang Jian knows very clearly in his heart that he cannot afford to lose.

That is the fate of the whole Great Qin!

If he really loses, then I am afraid that there will be no Qin country in this world soon.

However, now Wang Jian suddenly realized that he really seemed to have no choice.

The raid launched by Li Mu last night not only killed a large number of Wang Jian's subordinates, but also directly cut off Wang Jian's retreat because of the fall of Yuanli City.

Since there is no way to retreat, and if he continues to defend, he is doomed to become cannon fodder in Zhao Jun's shocking thunder and kerosene bombs, so does Wang Jian have any other choices?

After a long silence, Wang Jian suddenly took the pen and paper, and wrote a letter of challenge in a hurry.

"Have someone send them to Zhao Jun's camp, and say that in three days, Li Mu and I will fight to the death!"

Chapter 966 Wang Jian's Confidence (First Update)

"Wang Jian actually wants to fight me?" Li Mu couldn't help but smile when he looked at the letter in front of him: "Interesting."

Li Mu took the pen and paper, wrote the word "war" on it, and then stamped his seal of the governor, and handed it to the envoy of the Qin army in front of him: "Go back and tell your general Wang Jian, three In the future, it will be our decisive battle!"

Zhao Kuo, who was sitting under Li Mu, obviously didn't take it seriously. After the envoy of the Qin army left, Zhao Kuo couldn't help but say: "The governor, Wang Jian's plan is just to survive the death. Why should the governor agree to him?"

In Zhao Kuo's view, the current situation of Zhao Jun can be said to be very good.

The capture of Yuanli City was equivalent to tearing a big hole in the Qin army's defense line.

If the hole is torn open, the Qin people will no longer be able to stop Zhao Jun from advancing.

Under such circumstances, Zhao Jun only needs to continue to attack Qin Jun's defense line non-stop, so why give Qin Jun a three-day respite?

After all, this era is not the Spring and Autumn period or even an earlier era. Undeclared war has long been the tacit rule of all countries. Is it really good to give these three days?

Li Mu glanced at Zhao Kuo, seemed to understand what Zhao Kuo meant, and explained with a smile: "General Zhao Kuo, do you think Wang Jian will send troops to fight our army to the death?"

Zhao Kuo thought for a while, and said: "It should be possible, after all, he has no way out."

As a senior general on Zhao Jun's side, Zhao Kuo naturally knew some military situations that others did not know, such as the fact that Pang Nuan's troops had begun to outflank them.

If Wang Jian chooses to retreat at this time, then the Qin army will bump into the [-] cavalry from Pang Nuan, and Li Mu's tail-to-tail pursuit, by that time the Qin people will definitely die miserably.

Li Mu nodded and said, "Since this is the case, it might be a good thing to completely bury the Qin State in a decisive battle. Otherwise, if Wang Jian is allowed to escape, there may be some troubles in the future."

Zhao Kuo gasped, and suddenly understood Li Mu's plan.

The northern governor of Zhao State actually wanted to wipe out all of Wang Jian's 20 soldiers and horses here!

"Okay." Li Mu smiled and stretched out his hand, stopping Zhao Kuo's next words: "Let's go down and prepare, General Zhao Kuo. Three days later, it will be time for you and me to bury Qin State with our own hands!"

Wang Jian walked in the camp of the Qin army with a serious face.

This is Qin Jun's wounded and sick camp. There is a smell of rotten wounds, herbs, sweat, etc. mixed together, forming a smell that makes people absolutely unable to laugh.

A smell of dying.

Right in front of Wang Jian, a wounded soldier of the Qin army was leaning on a tree stump with a dull face. Under him was an old straw mat, and some unnamed insects flew around the wound on his abdomen. Flying away, it seems that they are enjoying a rare feast.

Wang Jian walked up to the soldier and squatted down, waved his hand, and drove away most of the bugs.

There were still a few bugs stubbornly attached to the wound and refused to fly. Wang Jian frowned, took out a small silk scarf from his cuff, and gently pressed it on the wound that had begun to emit a rotten smell. superior.

The white silk scarf was dyed black, on which lay the corpses of several small bugs, some black unknown substances, and some white pus.

It seemed that because the wound was touched, the wounded soldier's body trembled violently, and the originally dull eye sockets suddenly regained some spirit, and his eyes focused on Wang Jian.

"General, General?" The wounded soldier's voice was very hoarse, with a bit of surprise: "Yong, I have seen the general."

The wounded soldier's name was Yong.

No last name.

Wang Jian pressed Yong's shoulder and said in a harmonious voice, "Why did you get injured?"

Yong's thinking seemed a little dull, and it took a long time before he said: "I, I was shot by Zhao Jun's arrow when I was guarding against Zhao Jun's attack."

Wang Jian nodded, and asked again: "How many Zhao people did you kill in this battle?"

Yong giggled, his face suddenly showed a bit of expression, and said: "General, I shot five Zhao people to death this time!"

But then he sighed again: "It's a pity that the military orders are not allowed to leave the camp. I don't know if I can remember the military exploits of these five Zhao people."

Wang Jian thought for a while, then continued to ask: "Do you have any witnesses?"

Yong Zheng said: "My team can all testify for me!"

Wang Jian nodded and said: "Very well, take good care of your wounds, I will send someone to investigate this matter, and when you recover, you will be a hundred generals."

Yong laughed, and said: "General, I will remember this."

The corner of Wang Jian's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a smile, and said: "I am the general, so naturally there is no joke."

Wang Jian patted Yong on the shoulder, then stood up, and continued to walk forward.

What he didn't see was that just behind him, Yong first showed a smile, but soon, when Wang Jian disappeared from Yong's sight, the seriously injured soldier slowed down. Slowly closed his eyes and fell into a lethargic sleep.

Even the strength to say a few words is too heavy for Yong's body.

There is not only one soldier like Yong among the wounded and sick.

Along the way, Wang Jian saw many wounded soldiers of the Qin army outside the tents. They were sitting or lying down. Almost everyone had a dazed look on their faces, and some of them had already closed their eyes.

They are waiting to die.

They are dead.

A small group of soldiers from the Qin army dragged their carts and walked through these wounded soldiers. Every time they saw a wounded soldier with closed eyes, they would stretch out their hands to check their breath, and then release those soldiers from the Qin army who were completely breathless. Get on the cart.

The faces of these soldiers of the Qin Army were very calm, so calm that they seemed a little numb.

There are already several corpses lying on the cart, they will be taken out of the camp, and then they will dig a hole in a random place and bury them indiscriminately.

These corpses were not the first corpses they had restrained, let alone the last.

Wang Jian watched all this quietly, and suddenly asked, "Where is the medical officer?"

A middle-aged man appeared in front of Wang Jian, nodded and bowed: "General."