Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

She lingered in the bustling market, reflected on the green foothills, and strolled along the Weishui River.

Seeing.

Beside the grass and trees, children laugh hand in hand; in the post road, pedestrians walk happily.

Under the city gate, thousands of people stared at the military newspaper that had already been posted, and then burst into enthusiastic cheers.

Three battles and three victories!

In this situation, we should cry together with the people of Qin for this great victory without suspense.

It is a pity that the key to the victory of destroying a country is not just a simple war. Perhaps it would be better if it was just the victory or defeat of the war.

She stood on the banks of the Weishui River in a light dress, her eyes so deep that she wanted to transcend the shackles of time and space.

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In the distant Wuyang battlefield of the Yan Kingdom, the nameless wasteland with smoldering bonfires, a piece of broken walls and ruins, throughout the evening, the sweltering temperature could not be concealed, and the few remaining greens were dyed dark red by blood.

On the edge of the barren capital, fifteen siege ladders were transported in an orderly manner to the last line of defense of the Yan Kingdom - Ji, the capital of the country. Xin Sheng, the deputy commander of the Qin Army, lined up with 13 soldiers, with their spines straight, waiting for the A hale and hearty old man.

As the sound of hoofs approached, the old man in military armor rode steadily past, clenching the reins and turning over and dismounting with difficulty.

The young officer was about to go up to help him, but the old man pushed the officer away, coughed heavily, and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the old man's cheek.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he was still old after all.

"Commander, all the officers in charge of Fumin have returned to the camp. Commander, what should we do next?"

Wang Jian looked up at the flag with the word "Qin" flying by the city wall, stunned for a while, then turned his head and said calmly: "Quickly fight, the two countries of Wei and Chu have already begun to feel uneasy. "

The deputy commander took a step forward, put away the smile from the great victory, looked solemn, and bowed forward, saying: "The envoy of the State of Yan has notified that the State of Yan has started peace talks, and the marriage letter between the son Fusu and the son Ce is ready to be issued. To Xianyang."

Wang Jian hesitated for a while, but he had some impression of the name Yan Ce. If he could become a husband in the future, it would not be a bad thing for Qin, but of course he could not publicly express his support.

Judging from the current situation and resistance, the practice of destroying the country in one fell swoop will definitely sting the nerves of the Wei and Chu countries and bring unnecessary losses. Considering the overall situation, the Yan country will seek peace and eventually succeed. Its success has further expanded its results.

"Prepare to attack the capital Ji, in order to annihilate all the main forces of Yan."

The old man said calmly in a cold tone that was almost oozing blood.

More than [-] soldiers bowed their heads and bowed their heads in a respectful salute to the commander-in-chief who had served his entire life.

"promise--!!!"

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On the same day, at noon, the scorching sun was in the sky, and the sound of the drums of the siege of Yandu broke through the sky.

Bloody battle, three days and three nights, the city was destroyed, the King of Yan wanted to make peace, but the Qin army refused.

They asked for peace again, but they refused, so they abandoned the capital and fled south.

So far, the sword cuts the country of Yan.

Victory!

The accompanying officers wrote in detail the events of several days, until the last good news was delivered to the courier.

Immediately, the young officer looked away at the shocking battlefield under the setting sun in early summer. The military boots stepped on this blood-soaked land, and the narrow bloodstains crisscrossed like indelible scars.

A large number of sergeants were busy gathering the bones of their comrades, concentrated in the desolate wasteland, and held funerals for the deceased of the Qin army under the sunset.

The icy corpses of former comrades were burned in the fiery fire, and those who survived had to carry the wishes of the deceased and bring their ashes home.

go home, go home...

The commander-in-chief Wang Jian dismounted with all his officers, raised my Qin sword, and pierced the earth.

Behind it is the already conquered capital.

In the meantime, an officer distributed pottery bowls to the soldiers and poured wine, and the cloudy wine mixed with dust reflected in the bowls a mess of fortitude cheeks.

Beneath the vast and boundless sky, is the land of China where the war has not been extinguished.

The solemn and rigorous old man held up the pottery bowl and said lightly, "Those who drink alcohol without permission today will return to Xianyang to lead the Thirty Army Cudgels by themselves."

Thirty military sticks, I'm afraid I won't lie down for two days at once.

The soldiers exchanged glances helplessly, a smile appeared on their steely faces, raised the pottery bowl, and said in unison: "No-!!!"

Led by the commander-in-chief of the three armies, Wang Jian, thousands of soldiers violated the prohibition of alcohol together.

The dry and cracked lips of the soldiers carefully touched the turbid wine, and the dust was sent into the throat along with the wine. The taste was indescribable. Every cell in the body sent a signal that it was thirsty for water, and the water was not enough.

However, invariably, everyone drank extremely slowly, as if time froze at this moment.

The liquid level of the pottery bowl slowly dropped until halfway through, there was no general officer, the commander issued an order, and everyone stopped spontaneously.

Staring at the corpses of comrades-in-arms slowly, slowly disappearing in the fire, the flames in front of all the soldiers flashed in the eyes, almost burning their souls together.

It was quiet, no one cowardly sobbing, no one's meaningless wailing.

The pottery bowl was tilted, and the remaining half of the precious wine was overturned on the blood-stained earth, and the half was reserved for the heroes who had already sacrificed their lives.

Zeguo Jiangshan is listed as Qin soil.