Chen Xuan woke up one day to suddenly find himself transformed into a black dragon, a black dragon coiled above a certain child's head...
The cold night always passes quickly. Ying Zheng felt like he had only slept for a short while when he was pulled up by Chen Xuan.
It was already getting light outside, and people on the wall were already busy.
Ying Zheng glared at Chen Xuan unhappily, then angrily followed Bie Gong up the wall.
There is a war drum inside the wall.
This drum is much shorter than ordinary war drums. It was brought by Ying Zheng from Xianyang just to fulfill his wish of beating the drum to cheer.
Biao Gong gave a few more instructions, and seeing that Ying Zheng had agreed, he felt relieved and went forward.
Ying Zheng did not pick up the drum hammer, but instead looked at how far it was from here to the outside of the wall.
It seemed that Duke Bi was still afraid that Ying Zheng would not obey, so he ran to the outside of the wall alone. There were Qin soldiers scattered along the way, and although they didn't say it explicitly, Ying Zheng knew that they were there to keep an eye on him.
Chen Xuan had been floating above Ying Zheng. Seeing Ying Zheng looking around, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, young man. When the time comes, I will let you pass."
Ying Zheng snorted coldly, ignored him, turned around and began to watch the war drums.
The sky brightened a little.
Lian Po seemed to have figured something out last night. He just sat there, not giving any orders or talking to Xinling Jun, but looking at the feng shui map in front of him alone.
Xinling Jun poured a glass of water and handed it to Lian Po. Seeing that Lian Po did not take it, he said, "Old General, it's already dawn. I wonder when we will send out the troops?"
Lian Po glanced up at Lord Xinling and said coldly, "I'll have to wait and see. Your Majesty, please handle the military affairs yourself."
Xinling Jun laughed, a very happy laugh, and agreed without any excuse.
Lian Po took another look at the high-spirited Xinling Jun and sneered in his heart.
It turns out that for the sake of fame, it doesn't matter if someone is forced to death.
They are all old foxes, but Lian Po was a little reckless. But how could he not react after thinking about it all night?
Now that he had realized what was happening, why would Lian Po rush in again? Naturally, he would just hand over the power honestly.
After all, several countries were putting pressure on him, and Lian Po didn't want to lose, so he naturally couldn't fight head-on and had to give in and hand over power.
Xinling Jun naturally didn't care what Lian Po was thinking, and he looked particularly young when he stood there.
"Send the military order, all troops prepare for battle."
This is the difference between him and Lian Po. Lian Po's orders were only orders from the general, while his were orders from the army and also orders from the king.
The coalition forces had already been arranged and were pressing forward in front of Hangu Pass.
Yesterday's trench was already filled with corpses, and there was no need to set up a ladder to cross it.
Now, the problem facing the coalition forces is to reach the pass.
Duke Bie was waiting for the coalition forces to attack.
The guards of Hangu Pass had been in position since the coalition forces were preparing. Now the sun was at its zenith, but the coalition forces still did not attack.
Bie Gong always felt a little uneasy, but he couldn't tell where the uneasiness came from. It was not until he heard a scream from the pass below that he understood.
So, Xinling Jun's prestige has become so great?
"Send the order! Escort the young master back to Xianyang. Everyone else, except those guarding the wall, follow me out to fight!"
Before Bie Gong could go down, a pile of stones was thrown from the direction of the coalition forces, accompanied by a burst of shouts and cries of killing.
Lian Po looked at the door slowly opening in the distance, and there was nothing in his heart except fear.
This is Qin, the Qin that had a mortal feud with Lord Xinling, and yet they had his men in Hangu Pass. What about Zhao? What about Zhao, the country that had been favored by Lord Xinling for many years?
Xinling Jun had no idea what Lian Po was thinking at the moment, and the moment the gate of Hangu Pass opened, he ordered an attack.
The so-called Crown Prince of Qin was just a gimmick to deceive Lian Po. As for whether he showed up or not, it didn't matter. After all, in Xinling Jun's eyes, Hangu Pass had already been taken.
"Zheng boy, this is the time, charge!"
Ying Zheng rushed forward without thinking much. The Qin soldiers who were guarding him seemed to be stunned and watched Ying Zheng rush to the outside of the wall.
Biao Gong also stood there in a daze, watching Ying Zheng rush past him, and he didn't even utter a cry of surprise.
The world seemed to have fallen into a silence, whether it was Hangu Pass or the allied forces camp, there was silence.
All the sounds of bows and crossbows, shouts of killing, the sound of falling stones, and wailing came to an abrupt end, and it seemed as if there was only the roar of a dragon between heaven and earth.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Ying Zheng.
It seemed to be a dragon, a ferocious beast roaring, its voice, tender yet majestic, spread throughout the battlefield:
"Do you all know that I am the Emperor of the Great Qin, the common ruler of China? You have defied the majesty of Heaven, and what choice do you have but death?!"
Everyone saw a sight that only happens once in a thousand years:
A huge meteorite fell from the sky, landing steadily along with Tai'a in Ying Zheng's hand, and landed in the entire coalition formation.
The vibrations and dust stirred up by the meteorite strangely avoided the entire Hangu Valley.
Xinling Jun stood up tremblingly, looking at the sky that was dyed red by the meteorite, with only desolation in his heart.
"Hahahaha... This battle is not the fault of my strategy, nor is it the fault of your bravery. It's all because heaven is not on my side, it's all because heaven is not on my side! Hahahaha..."
A mournful laugh and a spurt of blood were smashed down by the meteorite, without causing a single ripple.