Night always seems to fall so quickly.
The Qin soldiers, who had been fighting all day, only had some time to rest in the evening.
The corpses on the ground seemed to be almost as high as the city walls, all kinds of siege equipment seemed to have lost their use, and the city gate was blocked tightly.
The coalition forces have been slowly advancing towards Xihe City, and there are probably less than 50,000 soldiers left in Anyi.
Wang Jian only felt as if there was a guidance in his heart, guiding him to walk towards the northwest city wall.
There was a pair of coalition garrisons there.
Without the coalition forces of Xinling Jun and Lian Po, the threat to Anyi was suddenly reduced a lot, as it was mostly just a matter of numbers.
Apart from the moonlight, it seemed that only the starlight dimly illuminated the earth.
The weather is still a bit cold. Although spring has been here for a while, the weather is still a bit cold.
Coupled with the battlefield littered with dead bodies, the chill penetrated directly into Wang Jian's spine, causing him to shiver.
Yesterday, Xinling Jun's sudden retreat and direct attack on Xihe City gave him a sigh of relief, but it was just a sigh of relief.
How could 400,000 soldiers and horses possibly waste so much effort on a small city like Anyi?
After three days of continuous attack, leaving 50,000 soldiers behind was already a courtesy to the Qin soldiers in the city.
As for the 50,000 soldiers left behind, how could they be used to attack the city?
They just surrounded them and didn't let them go out. They either starved to death or opened the city and surrendered.
As for breaking out, Xinling Jun and Lian Po did not see such a possibility.
Most of the famous generals of the Qin Dynasty were fighting outside to put pressure on Xinling Jun and force him to return. What kind of famous officials could a small Anyi have?
Without famous people, what is the point of talking about integrity?
Didn’t even Le Cheng, who defeated Wang He’s army, surrender to Zhao and become the Wuxiang Jun of Zhao?
Who would take integrity so seriously, except for famous people or those who have no other choice?
As for whether they have heard of the names of Wang Jian and Meng Wu, would the bright moon in the sky care about the bonfire on the ground?
No matter how great Wang Jian and Meng Wu's achievements will be in the future, now they are just nobody in front of Xinling Jun and Lian Po.
Perhaps because he had been standing at a high place for too long, Wang Jian always felt a cold wind blowing on him.
What am I looking forward to?
Wang Jian sighed, glanced at the dimly lit coalition camp outside, and was about to go back to rest and prepare for tomorrow's fierce battle.
No, what's that?!
As if he had discovered something, Wang Jian turned around and took a few more glances.
After realizing that he was not mistaken, Wang Jian could no longer suppress the joy in his heart and laughed out loud.
Chen Xuan, who was floating on the side, was relieved to see that Wang Jian finally noticed it.
There were piles of wine jars surrounding the allied camp.
Chen Xuan originally thought that he would let the coalition's luck see him, and then he would slap the luck to pieces, causing the coalition's morale to drop, and then turn into a big wind bird to protect Wang Jian from breaking through.
God knows that this beast armor actually produced countless jars of wine, and the group of people who stayed behind were so bold that they dared to drink until they were drunk.
In order to keep Wang Jian alive and not disrupt the course of history, a lot of people were actually distracted.
As for how the wine was transported and how this group of people became obsessed with drinking it, what does this have to do with Wang Jian?
He only knew that the breakout would happen tonight.
Although he was curious about why these people had become so bold that they dared to spend the night drinking when the enemy's strength was unknown, this was an opportunity.
As for how the wine appeared, although Wang Jian was confused, he did not think too much about it. He only knew that the 50,000 coalition troops outside were a group of lambs to be slaughtered tonight!
The revelry in the distant tent was nearing its end.
The one who stayed behind was Ji Cunxi.
The Yan State sent out no more than 50,000 troops, and almost all of them are here.
Sending fewer troops meant getting less soup. Rather than going to the front and fighting for their lives, it would be better to stay in Anyi.
If the coalition forces ahead won a tragic victory, he could still make some money; if the losses were not big, he could also protect Anyi; as for defeat, his Yan army had defended the Qin city of Anyi under the attack of the coalition forces, so how could Qin not give him benefits?
Although Ji Cunxi knew that his idea was a little bit beautiful, how could he know if he didn't try?
What if, what if it succeeds? If it succeeds, he will be a great contributor to the State of Yan. With this achievement, it is not impossible for him to become a high-ranking official.
The banquet was still going on, and there were few people sober in the tent, not even the soldiers outside.
Where does the wine come from?
Ji Cunxi didn't know, he didn't know who suggested the wine, and he didn't know why he started drinking it in a daze.
They had no idea how a drinking party in a tent could become a carnival involving an allied force and more than 50,000 soldiers.
Ji Cunxi didn't know. He was just grinning foolishly in a daze, responding to other people's toasts in a confused manner.
The shouts and cries of killing started from this time.
Chen Xuan transformed into a big wind bird, looking at the tiger in front of him that was drunk as a dog, and smashed it to pieces with one wing.
The Yan flag erected in the distance fell down with a sound, and the soldiers in the tent who still had some ability to resist seemed to have lost their minds. They stood there in a daze, allowing the Qin soldiers who rushed in to hack them to death.
Wang Jian rushed straight towards the tent where Ji Cunxi was, and with the big spear in his hand, he smashed everything he saw in front of him to pieces.
The people in the tent seemed not to hear the shouting and screaming outside. They fell to the ground one by one, drunk and unconscious.
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