Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

As the order from Xianyang Palace was transmitted to the palaces around Xianyang City, groups of hundreds of guards of varying sizes began to assemble towards the east gate of Xianyang City as quickly as possible. The first ones to arrive here were those who arrived in advance from Six hundred guards set out from Ganquan Palace, followed by 600 guards and a hundred officials from Xianyang Palace. The third group came from Huayang Palace.

In less than an hour, nearly three thousand soldiers and horses had gathered outside Xianyang City.

Nearly three thousand people gathered together, some were dignified, some were excited, but no one was afraid. The palace guards, especially the guards of Xianyang Palace, Ganquan Palace, and Huayang Palace, were all elites selected from a hundred. War horses, armor, and weapons, both long and short, are all available. When mounted, they are the most elite cavalry in the world, and when dismounted, they are infantry comparable to Wei's soldiers.

The task before them was certainly a narrow escape for them, but it was precisely because of this that it was even more exciting.

Yang Ming, who is the Prime Minister of Weiwei Mansion, stands in front of the formation. Beside him are Wei Yu and Meng Tian. In front of the other formation, Li Xin is the first to bear the brunt, as well as the commander of the imperial guards from Huayang Palace. It is said that they were A grandson of Ranghou.

Qin Wangzheng looked at the three thousand guards in front of him and felt as if the blood in his body had been ignited. Even if the young man has more sense, things like the young man's spirit will not disappear. The current Qin Wangzheng This youthful spirit was ignited.

The King of Qin knew about military affairs. He knew that even though these three thousand imperial guards were first-class strong soldiers, the enemy they had to face was too powerful. Three thousand people against nearly forty thousand enemy troops, and the enemy was also too powerful. The best of the best, once a collision occurs, Qin Wangzheng doesn't know how long these three thousand guards can last, and he doesn't know how many of these people can survive in the end.

Qin Wangzheng forced himself to calm down, stretched out his palms in his long sleeves, and then made a military salute of the Qin army, and said loudly: "I am here to see you off today, and I will also welcome you at this time in the future." All the soldiers have returned."

"Fight for the Great Qin, fight for the King, and fight for the Queen Mother." Under Qin Wangzheng's gaze, Yang Ming suddenly raised his hand with the Canglong Wentian Halberd in his hand, pointed it straight at the sky, and gathered his inner breath. , Yang Ming’s voice echoed in the ears of thousands of people at the same time.

If Qin Wangzheng's words ignited the fighting spirit in the hearts of the three thousand imperial guards, then Yang Ming's shouts injected strong wind into the already burning fighting spirit. The wind helped the fire and made this fighting spirit burn. The flames burned to their peak.

"Fight for the Qin Dynasty, fight for the king, fight for the queen mother." Countless shouts rang out at once.

Although some people may wonder, fighting for Qin and the King is a battlefield, but what does it mean to fight for the Queen Mother? But with the burning will to fight, no one would delve into this on their own. At this time, their emotions had been completely ignited by the will to fight.

Qin Wangzheng looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes passing over Yang Ming's body. At that moment, he felt confident that this army of the few could block the oncoming enemy army, because they were Warriors of the Qin Dynasty.

Meng Tian, ​​who was on the left side of Yang Ming, looked at the scene in front of him. As he shouted loudly, he couldn't help but think of what Yang Ming once told him: A man born in troubled times should carry a three-foot sword and stand upright. Immortal merit.

As the leader of Xianyang Palace soldiers and horses, Li Xin listened to the shouts in his ears and sighed in his heart: You are better than me. I still have a lot to learn. If I can survive this time, I will give up in front of you. I'm proud, but only in front of you.

At this time, Zhao Ji and the Queen Mother Huayang were standing behind Qin Wangzheng. The Queen Mother Huayang looked at the back of Qin Wangzheng and thought in her heart: The child who returned from the capital of Zhao in embarrassment has finally grown up, and he will become this person. The true king of the most powerful country in the world.

"Are you fighting for the Aijia? Little guy, you are still so cunning. You will always be like that. You can stir up the heartstrings of the Aijia with just the simplest words." Zhao Ji's eyes crossed the distance of space and fell on Yang. Ming's body.

Others might find the sentence "fighting for the Queen Mother" abrupt, but Zhao Ji knew for whom it was said. For a moment, the heart that thought she had seen the world beat violently uncontrollably. A hot breath flowed into the blood and spread all over the body in an instant. At this time, a throbbing from the heart dominated every nerve in Zhao Ji's body.

At this moment, in Zhao Ji's sight, Yang Ming, who was wearing armor and holding a halberd, was no longer the frivolous young man who could flirt with anyone, not the little tiger she wanted to conquer, but a man.

A man who belongs to the Ai family. Zhao Ji reached out and subconsciously touched her chest. There was a heart beating inside, and Zhao Ji could even hear the beating sound.

"After you come back, the Aijia will reward you well. The Aijia will do everything they can to satisfy you. For example, you always want the Aijia to do very excessive things, or even more excessive things." Zhao Ji silently thought in her heart. With.

Cheng Yu was also looking at the scene in front of him. At this moment, this ambitious young man couldn't help but have a doubt in his heart: Was I wrong? I should have agreed when Lord Changping suggested that I come to lead the army.

For a time, countless eyes looked at the three thousand imperial guards with great momentum. They all had different thoughts, but they had the same expectations.

All three thousand imperial guards turned into cavalry, crossed the river, and headed northeast. Military reports showed that the enemy troops were raiding in this direction.

But when the three thousand imperial guards went toward the northeast, there was also a group of soldiers and horses coming from the east. Compared with the three thousand well-equipped imperial guards, the equipment of these soldiers and horses was much simpler, and there were even many civilians among them. Not a troop for fighting.

"Speed ​​up. We are less than thirty miles away from Qicheng. We must get to Qicheng before the afternoon." A middle-aged man wearing light armor stood on a small hill and faced the soldiers advancing along the ravine. The civilian husband said loudly.

At this time, he was about thirty or forty years old. He had heavy eyebrows and tiger eyes, a straight nose, a pale complexion, and a familiar beard. His body under the light armor was extremely tall, and his broad palm pressed the sword at his waist. Although he was calm and composed, there was a solemn look deep in his eyes.

His surname is Wang Mingjian, and he is currently the grain and grass transport officer of the Qin Army. Not long ago, he led a thousand armored soldiers and five thousand civilians to escort grain and grass from Xianyang to the front line of Hangu Pass. On the way back, he was shocked to hear that there was an army of tens of thousands of people. The enemy troops broke through the Hedong defense line, suddenly appeared in the hinterland of Guanzhong, and rushed towards Xianyang.

Relying on his years of experience and calm analysis, Wang Jian judged the enemy's attack route in a very short time, and found the only small town on this road that could block the enemy's attack: Qicheng.

So Wang Jian decisively ordered his soldiers and civilians to turn around and head towards Wucheng at full speed.

Of course, such soldiers, horses and civilians cannot be the opponent of tens of thousands of elite enemy troops, but if they can enter Yucheng before the enemy troops arrive, relying on Yincheng's not-so-high walls, they still have the ability to survive. As long as the enemy can be held back for ten days, it will be enough time for the Qin army on the front line to mobilize reinforcements. By then, the crisis of approaching the city will be relieved.

The weak can only sit back and wait for death in the face of crisis, but the strong can face the difficulties in the crisis, turn the crisis into opportunities, and achieve their own unparalleled fame. Wang Jian is such a strong person.

"No." On the mountain path, soldiers and civilians responded, and then they hurried on their way.

In a river valley in the north that is only separated from here by two loess plateaus, smoke and dust are also scattered, and among the neighing of war horses, there is the deafening sound of horse hooves trampling the ground.

Pang Nuan tightly grasped the reins in his hands. Although he could still fight, he was still too old after all. However, during the high-intensity running, although his body could barely hold on, the feeling of fatigue still dominated him. body of.

"Dianqing, give the order. After leaving this valley, the whole army rested for half an hour, and then rushed to Qicheng at full speed." Pang Nuan said to the person next to him.

At this time, his figure and miraculous abilities could not be described as just strong, even in an army with many warriors.

There is no mount under him, but he is standing on the ground. He is even taller than Pang Nuan's mount. He carries two battle axes on his back. He can be called a giant. With his gnarled muscles and exaggeratedly strong figure, this is a real military man. He can be called a fierce general who can defeat ten thousand enemies.

He is Dian Ji, the personal disciple of the great general Zhu Hai of Wei State, and the commander of thousands of Wei soldiers. He has practiced martial arts to the level of his master Zhu Hai. He can be said to be truly invulnerable and unscathed in a hundred battles.

Because he was worried that Pang Nuan would have any accidents on the battlefield due to his old age, Zhu Hai specially sent Dianqing, his most proud disciple, to Pang Nuan's side to protect Pang Nuan's safety.

"Yes." Dianqing Weng said, already running towards the march. Although they only had two legs, their speed was not as fast as that of the Jingqi who were advancing at full speed.

For a time, two groups of people, also coming from the east, running in the same land towards the same goal, although they were running in two directions, one south and one north.

To the south, Wang Jian led 8,000 troops and civilians out of the valley. The sentry cavalry that had been sent out had brought military information that the enemy's forward was discovered thirty miles to the north.

"Is the enemy army so fast?" Wang Jian groaned, and then ordered: "All soldiers and civilians get on the grain trucks and rush to Qicheng at all costs."

At the same time, the frontier cavalry of Zhao State who came out of the river valley were about to rest when they received news that enemy troops were discovered in the south.

"Qin has no shortage of famous generals. I thought that all the generals of the Qin army would be transferred to the front line, and there would be no talent in Guanzhong. I didn't expect that I could meet such a capable person in this small place." Pang Nuan got the news. After groaning, he had already determined the purpose of the Qin army not far away.

"Send the order to the forwards, change horses, and surround Wucheng before the Qin army. This Qin army must not be allowed to enter Wucheng." After a moment of hesitation, Pang Nuan gave the order decisively.

For a time, a race against time began between the old enemies in the north and south.