Daqin: The imperial mausoleum has been signed for 13 years, with millions of soldiers

"kill!"

The morale of the Six Nations Alliance was high and they kept roaring.

Their eyes were completely filled with blood, and there was no fear or timidity in their eyes, only a strong hatred.

They want revenge, revenge!

But the Qin army, like the god of war, fought fiercer and fiercer, and the army of the Six Nations Alliance was slaughtered without listening.

Time passed quickly, I don't know how long the battle lasted, the army of the Six Nations Alliance, more than [-] troops, only tens of thousands of people remained, and the rest were all corpses.

"Ah! Ah!"

Seeing the friendly army falling at their feet, the soldiers of the Six Nations Alliance kept roaring, shouting frantically, waving their weapons frantically, and beheaded the Qin army in front of them.

The same is true for the Qin army, fighting desperately.

Wave after wave, keep falling.

The people of the Qin army became more and more courageous as they fought, and kept pushing towards the army of the Six Nations Alliance.

The two sides continued to intertwine, blood, accompanied by swords and swords, splashed towards the surroundings, one after another corpses fell on the battlefield, splashed out countless blood, and continued to spread in all directions.

The corpses of the soldiers on both sides piled up continuously, forming a river of blood on the battlefield, dyeing the entire horizon red.

Fresh blood continuously flowed down from the wound, continuously soaking the soil on the battlefield, dyed the grass and trees in blood, and made this horizon look extraordinarily weird and terrifying. Even the white clouds in the sky were dyed blood-colored, looking extraordinarily ferocious and terrifying.

The blood continued to spread towards the horizon, turning everything on the horizon into blood red. When people saw this scene, they couldn't help being horrified, even fearful.

Under such circumstances, the morale of the Six Nations Alliance finally completely collapsed. It was no longer what it was just now, going forward bravely and fearless of death, but began to flee, escape from this bloody battlefield,

But behind, there is also an army. In the front, there are Daqin's iron cavalry, and behind, there are hundreds of thousands of troops from the Dimeng tribe. If you want to escape, it is tantamount to the difficulty of ascending to heaven.

The iron cavalry of the Qin army rushed over like a tide, completely submerging, submerging, and submerging the army of the Six Nations Alliance!

The army of the Six Nations Alliance resounded through the battlefield again and again, and the blood dyed the battlefield bloody.

Everything on the battlefield was shrouded in blood, and everything turned scarlet.

The blood dyed everything on the battlefield blood red, making people feel a sense of fear and horror when they saw the blood red battlefield.

Death is the most common thing on the battlefield. The color of the rocks in the valley and everything on the battlefield are dyed blood red. When people see everything on this battlefield, they feel a sense of fear and horror in their hearts.

War is like a fusion of blood and fire.

War is like a flower that keeps blooming and blooming, but in the end, it ends with withering.

The army of the Qin army kept harvesting the lives of the Six Nations Alliance, and the soldiers of the Six Nations Alliance kept running, wailing, calling for help, and fleeing into the distance, but, The iron hooves of the Qin army kept rushing forward like a tide. Behind them were the overwhelming number of iron cavalry of the Qin army, and they continued to increase.

The soldiers of the Six Nations Alliance kept fleeing to the distance, but under the endless iron hooves, there were fewer and fewer soldiers.

Finally, in round after round of attacks, all the soldiers of the Six Nations Alliance were killed under the iron hooves of the Qin army.

In this bloody war, the soldiers of the Six Nations Alliance suffered extremely heavy casualties.

Qin Jun does not intend to let anyone of the remnants of the Six Kingdoms go. Every remnant of the Six Kingdoms must pay for the Qin army who sacrificed before!

The area of ​​the valley is not that big, and the corpses of the remnants of the Six Kingdoms are piled up to form hills one after another.

Their blood dyed everything on the battlefield blood red, and even the ground was covered with corpses.

The corpses of the Qin army's casualties are all over the land here.

But compared to the remnants of the Six Kingdoms, the loss of the Qin army is still extremely optimistic. After killing the remnants of the Six Kingdoms, a total of more than [-] people were lost, and only less than [-] troops were lost.

This loss had never happened before the Great Qin Dynasty ruled the world. With a loss of 5 people, more than [-] enemies were killed.

The war is over!

The morale of the Qin army is still high!

The remnants of the Six Kingdoms, there are not many people left, only Li Mu, some high-level officials of the Six Kingdoms, farmers, and people from the Mohist family. The rest are only a few thousand soldiers who were surrounded by the Qin army. In the middle, trembling.

Looking at this scene, the remaining soldiers of the Six Nations Alliance swallowed their throats involuntarily. Their throats made dry sounds, and their hearts were full of fear and fear.

They no longer have the will to resist, only fear and fear remain.

But this kind of fear is not only derived from the psychology, but also from the fear of the creature itself.

Qin Jun is too powerful, so powerful that they have no ability to resist at all.

This is something they never thought about.

They knew that the Qin army was strong, but they never thought that it would be so strong that they could not fight each other.

At this moment, they suddenly understood what is truly powerful!

What a real trump card.

What is a real strong soldier!

This is powerful!

Their army, in the hands of Qin Jun, was powerless to fight back. How could they accept such a result?

The army of the Six Nations Alliance retreated again and again, under despair again and again, finally, the only belief completely collapsed, and everyone was in a state of extreme tension.

This war, no matter how you look at it, ended with the victory of the Qin army.

In this war, the Qin army won an all-round victory.

At this moment, the army of the Six Nations Alliance no longer had the belief to resist. Although the Qin army in front of them was approaching them step by step, they had no intention of fighting.

Chapter 210 Gao Jianli, Falling

"Now, do you know what the fate of going against Daqin is?"

"Anti-Qin and anti-Qin are just some ignorant people's fantasy."

"In this world, there can only be one overlord, and that is Da Qin."

Ying Changsheng slowly walked up to the remnants of the Six Kingdoms and the remaining thousand people.

Condescending, this is the posture of a victor, the posture of the eldest son of the Great Qin Dynasty.

After a period of chaos, the main personnel of the remnants of the Six Kingdoms are still alive, only dead. Some unimportant people and important people are all protected and safe. Up to now, they are still alive.

Among these people, including Li Mu, including the leaders of the remnants of the Six Nations, are still alive.

"Today, although we are defeated, the anti-Qin forces will never disappear."

"As long as the Great Qin exists, there will only be more and more anti-Qin forces until the Great Qin perishes!"

"Ying Zheng, he will definitely die!"

Gao Jianli carried the water for winter vacation, his eyes were full of coldness.

The Shuihan sword was already covered with blood, and the blood was all from Qin Jun. With his strength, it was very easy for the opponent Qin Jun.

It's a pity that the speed of his killing, the speed of their killing, is too slow, it can't compare with the speed of Qin Jun slaughtering them.

Most of the people killed by the Qin army were peasant masters, as well as their Mohist masters, who killed the soldiers of the Six Nations Alliance, and not many of the Qin army were killed.

It's a pity that their strength is limited, and it's a fool's dream to kill more than [-] Qin troops with the strength of dozens of people.

Moreover, many of these masters died in the hands of Qin Jun. Even if they were all masters, they were mortals after all. They could deal with dozens of Qin Jun, but hundreds or thousands Surrounded by the Qin army, their safety could not be guaranteed.

"If I remember correctly, Shui Hanjian, you are Gao Jianli."

"Why, Jing Ke is dead, are you ruthless Qin?"

Ying Changsheng's eyes turned cold, his right hand moved forward, and a black light appeared on Gao Jianli's neck.

Gao Jianli's body was grabbed out of thin air, and a blush appeared on his neck.

"you!"

"Daqin should be wiped out. As long as the tyrant Yingzheng is still alive, Daqin will definitely be wiped out."

"Damn Yingzheng, you are Yingzheng's son, you deserve to die too!"

Gao Jianli blushed and roared angrily.

All the anger in my heart was released. It was something I had held back for a long time, something I had always wanted to do.

"You're a coward, a coward who can only scream."

"When Jing Ke assassinated Qin Qin, you were the one who saw him off. You just watched Jing Ke do such a dangerous thing and didn't stop him."

"Watching helplessly, Jing Ke is going to die, tell me, are you a coward?"

Ying Changsheng smiled instead of anger when he heard the words, and looked at Gao Jianli with sharp eyes.

Maybe others don't know about this matter, but he does. This is the sore spot in Gao Jian's heart, a secret that only the top Mohists know.

"how do you know?"

Xue Nu subconsciously exclaimed, looking at Ying Changsheng with a strange look.

Not many people know about this matter, but Ying Changsheng in front of him is not from their Mo family, but where did he get the news.

It's been such a long time, and counting the time, Ying Changsheng hadn't been born at that time, so why would he know this news.

"How I know, it doesn't matter."

"The important thing is, Gao Jianli, Jing Ke, you killed him."

"Back then, if you had stopped Jing Ke, or replaced Jing Ke, maybe Jing Ke would not have died."

Ying Changsheng smiled slightly, and instead of answering Xue Nu, he continued to question Gao Jianli.

What he likes most is to play with his heart. Gao Jianli's current arrogant appearance will soon disappear.

That look of despair was what he wanted to see.

"Yes, I killed him."

Gao Jianli's eyes dimmed, and at the same time, Ying Changsheng's restraint on him disappeared, and he sat slumped on the ground, thinking about something, his eyes dull, and he kept repeating this sentence in his mouth.

"Gao Jianli!"

"Brother Jing Ke, you didn't kill me, don't be fooled!"

Xue Nu quickly shook Gao Jianli's body, trying to wake Gao Jianli up.

The matter of Jing Ke has always been an unforgettable point in Gao Jian's mind. The senior officials of the Mo family all know that very few people would mention the word Jing Ke.

They didn't say it, but Ying Changsheng did. Although they didn't know where Ying Changsheng knew about it, Ying Changsheng did know about it, and even said it out, which pierced Gao Jianli's heart.

"No, I killed him."

Gao Jianli's body trembled, and then he shook his head.

"Yes, you killed him."

"Ashamed of him, why not commit suicide and go find him."

"Only in this way can you be worthy of your heart."

A smile appeared on the corner of Ying Changsheng's mouth, and he slowly walked in front of Gao Jianli.

Now he feels like a villain, and now he can understand the fun of being a villain, but unfortunately, he can't experience the life of a villain.

The remnants of the Six Kingdoms around watched Ying Changsheng approaching, with vigilance in their eyes, but no one moved.

They all know Ying Changsheng's strength, and with their strength, they have no chance of winning against Ying Changsheng.

I can only wait and see what happens, and see what Ying Changsheng came here for.

"Let me complete the final redemption for you."

Ying Changsheng pulled out the Wentian Sword from his waist, and the next second, blood fell down.

Everyone looked at Ying Changsheng in surprise, the expressions on their faces were a bit ugly.

There was also a look of surprise in Gao Jianli's eyes, and he lowered his head slowly, looking at the Tianwen sword passing through his chest.

"Brother, I'm here to find you."

Gao Jianli turned to the sky, a look of relief appeared in his eyes, and then he closed his eyes, and his body slowly fell backwards.

One of the five leaders of the Mohist School, Gao Jianli, who wielded the Shuihan Sword, just fell away.

Ying Changsheng squatted down, and took the Shuihan sword from Gao Jianli's hand.

"Good sword."