Ji Cunxi was still holding the jar of wine, sitting alone, and seemed to be mumbling something.
He seemed to be very drunk, and in a daze he seemed to see a figure rushing towards him.
"Hang on... burp! Drink... a few jars!"
Wang Jian split Ji Cunxi and the wine he handed over into two halves with a spear, and the wine mixed with blood splashed on Wang Jian.
Wang Jian frowned, glanced at the tragically dead Ji Cunxi, then turned his head away and gave another spear to the other people in the tent so that they could sleep soundly.
The sky soon brightened, and along with the sun rose a blazing fire.
Wang Jian led the remaining Qin soldiers to watch the countless figures tumbling in the flames, without any feeling in his heart.
He was simply tied up, otherwise if these 50,000 Yan soldiers were set on fire, he would inevitably be hurt.
Adding the leftover wine from yesterday, the fire grew more and more intense.
Chen Xuan was still hanging in the sky in the image of a big wind bird, flapping his wings from time to time, as if trying to add a gust of wind to the blazing fire.
Although, that's probably useless.
Wang Jian and Chen Xuan didn't know how long the fire lasted.
I only knew that when the sun had reached its zenith, the boundless fire began to die out. The wailing and human figures disappeared, replaced by waves of the aroma of meat.
Chen Xuan saw that the eyes of his subordinates were green with hunger. Although he was afraid that they would do something disgusting, he couldn't control them.
I just wanted to out of sight and out of mind, so I closed my eyes and went back to Xianyang.
As for Wang Jian and these soldiers, they stood here for a long time before they moved.
The direction they were heading was not towards Xihe City, but towards Yewang!
If Lord Xinling doesn't return to defend, then why don't you, Lian Po, return to defend too?!
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