How can mortals resist the majestic power of heaven?

In the eyes of nature, all people are equal.

Of the remaining nearly 300,000 soldiers, some were first crushed to death, and some were shocked to death by the aftermath. Most of the rest knelt on the ground and prayed, fearing that the emperor on the city wall would become angry again.

The guards at Hangu Pass finally came to their senses and knelt on the ground, shouting, "Long live the emperor! Long live the emperor!"

Biao Gong also knelt down. He really didn't expect that what Ying Zheng dreamed was true. No, this was even more outrageous than the dream Ying Zheng described.

This is not the appearance of the King of Chu sending Tai'a. That was just borrowing a bit of the power of heaven, but Ying Zheng was actually using the law of heaven.

As for whether the title is an act of usurpation, who would bring up this matter under such divine power?

Besides, if Ying Zheng is the Son of Heaven, then Ying Zichu is the Heaven, the real Heaven!

Lian Po looked at the frightened coalition forces around him and listened to the cheers coming from Hangu Pass. He knew that the game was over.

Xinling Jun committed suicide before the meteorite fell.

Just as he said, it was not because Lord Xinling's strategy was not good enough, nor was it because the 300,000 allied forces were not fierce, but because God did not help them, God did not help them!

Lian Po looked up at the only person standing at Hangu Pass. The person looked sacred under the sunlight.

"Prince Qin, no, the Emperor Qin?! I think you might be able to take my arrow!"

That bow and arrow was the five-stone bow that Lian Po always carried with him.

Lian Po knew that there was no possibility of winning this battle, but he could not give up. At least he had to buy some more time for the State of Zhao to survive.

There are only two possible outcomes of shooting Ying Zheng. One is that the King of Qin will be furious and attack Zhao with all his might, but by then several countries will surely unite to quell the King of Qin's anger.

The other option is to treat it as a lifelong feud, pass it down forever, recuperate, wait for an opportunity, attack Zhao in one fell swoop, and massacre the city to commemorate Ying Zheng.

Both of these outcomes would mean Zhao could only survive.

Since Lian Po was unable to turn the tide, he decided to extend the life of Zhao State for a few more decades.

"middle!"

With a loud shout, the bow and arrow in Lian Po's hand flew out and flew straight towards Ying Zheng.

The arrow shot from the five-stone bow was enough to kill Ying Zheng here.

A whistling arrow flew towards Ying Zheng. Biao Gong looked at the arrow and his heart was about to jump out: "Master, be careful!"

Ying Zheng was not at all panicked. The arrow stopped when it was about to approach him. Chen Xuan shouted and it was suspended in the air. Then Ying Zheng chopped it down with a sword.

"Why don't you surrender?! Do you still want to use the power of heaven again?!"

Ying Zheng raised Tai'a, as if he was going to do it again. The soldiers below hurriedly knelt down, and only Lian Po stood alone.

The wind blew up the hair on Lian Po's forehead, and the hair, which was originally dark, turned dry and white in an instant.

Lian Po looked at Ying Zheng who was still standing there, then glanced at the corpse of Xinling Jun in front of him. He seemed to have figured something out, and laughed loudly, shouting:

"Pass the general's order, charge and kill the Qin soldiers!"

After saying that, he picked up the sword that Xinling Jun used to commit suicide and rushed towards Hangu Pass with a roar.

Chen Xuan had been watching Lian Po for a long time, after all, his luck was too obvious.

Chen Xuan was sure that Lian Po's luck had seen him, which meant that he could kill Lian Po with a single slap.

"Zheng boy, I'm going to go downstairs and kill someone later. Remember to follow me, Tai'a."

After saying that, Chen Xuan leaned forward and slapped the luck on Lian Po's head. Ying Zheng pointed the Tai'a sword at that place and shouted:

"You thief, do you really think I can't kill you?!"

Lian Po felt dizzy and fell to the ground. As soon as Ying Zheng finished speaking, Lian Po died.

This brave general who had dominated seven countries for decades died just like that, died on the battlefield, died at the hands of a country's destiny.

Even if one is brave and full of strategies throughout his life, he is ultimately no match for the wheel of history.

Chen Xuan was just gambling, betting that the beast armor would allow him to cheat Ying Zheng to a certain extent, thereby reducing the obstacles for Ying Zheng to ascend the throne and alleviating the pressure on Ying Zheng to unify the country.

As it turned out, he made the right bet.

After this battle, Ying Zheng was like a god in the Qin State, and even Ying Zichu's reputation could not surpass Ying Zheng.

The six states in Shandong will also hear of Ying Zheng's reputation for the first time and know everything about this place.

It is not ruled out that there are some people who do not believe in it, but as long as the majority of people are afraid or believe in it, the road to unification after Ying Zheng will be much smoother.

At this time, negotiations were still underway in Handan, Zhao State.

The news of the heroic feat at Hangu Pass would not reach here for a while, and the news of Xinling Jun's suicide and Lian Po's death in battle would also take some time to spread back.

The negotiations were held in Wang He's tent, and the envoy who came was not Le Cheng, but Qu Zheng.

Qu Zheng was sweating profusely.

This place is not like Wei's capital Daliang. Here, if the other side is dissatisfied with anything, he will have no chance of survival.

As for the rule of not killing envoys when two armies are fighting, it is useless to this group of fierce and ferocious troops.

"Since Envoy Qu is here, please don't just sit there," Lü Buwei said with a smile. "If you have anything to say, please speak frankly. I, Buwei, will offer my assistance in consideration of our past friendship."

How could Qu Zheng believe the words of this unscrupulous businessman? He just treated it as a fart and listened to the sound. There was no reason for him to go near to smell it.

However, people have to bow their heads under the eaves. Even though the fart was loud and smelly, he had to smell it with a smile and respond with a smile:

"Is what General Lu said true? If so, then I have to toast you again!"

Lü Buwei stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Since the two generals have entrusted me with the task of entertaining the envoys, then naturally we cannot lie about our friendship."

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