The left guard looked at the city guard with an iron bone arrow in his mouth and died with his eyes open. He sighed to the garrison guard who was leaning on his swords and guns beside him to prevent him from falling: "The city guard is dead, and your responsibilities have been fulfilled. After two years of delayed garrison, you have fulfilled your responsibilities. The gold pearls, grains and cloths of the city guard treasury are divided, and go home."

A chief of the pawn asked: "What about you, General?"

The guard sighed: "Because you do not eat the king's salary, you have fulfilled your responsibilities in one year. I eat the king's salary. Although I am despised and despised, I must be worthy of my salary. Therefore, I have the responsibility to fight to the death with the enemy who invaded my country." Then his hunched body suddenly became straight: "I haven't forgotten yet, I am a native of Bairong, I haven't forgotten that I am a warrior. Tomorrow, I will leave the city and fight the enemy to the decisive battle."

Faced with the general who stood firm for his beliefs, all ten thousand garrison soldiers were speechless.

This Zhongshan is no longer the Zhongshan of samurai, but the Zhongshan of literati. Warriors are despised and discriminated against. How can you not let these former samurai feel disappointed?

But warriors also have the pride of warriors.

A long time later, a pale-faced and thin garrison stood up: "Please give me a full meal, I will follow the general to fight for Zhongshan."

This is the last request for a soldier of the country and the last request for the warriors.

In the field battle, they will face the 100,000 tigers, wolves, Zhao people. This is not actually for Zhongshan, but for the glory of a warrior to die.

One soldier after another stood up, willing to fight for the glory of the warrior, willing to follow this general who is about to become a hero and a martyr to fight the last battle.

The guard looked at one real warrior after another, and then shook his head gently: "There is no need to make unnecessary sacrifices, it's not worth it."

Yes, it's not worth it.

Then, the most loyal soldiers and slaves were left behind, and the treasure trove that claimed to be a gentleman but was the most greedy city guard overnight. They opened the city gate and sent away the garrison soldiers, dressed neatly, held a sword, sat waiting for dawn, waiting for the end of their fate.

The next day, Zhao Xing had breakfast early and arranged troops in front of Zuo Ren Pass.

The three thousand camels of the Poxi army were in the center, which was the backbone of the attack on the enemy troops on the city. He led the central army to protect the enemy from behind. Zhao She was on the left and Loudi was on the right. He divided a Loufan army and wandered around the left people to disperse the defenders.

When everything was ready, Zhao Xing stood in the nest car, picked up the drumsticks, and prepared to beat the drum to invite the battle. This time, there would never be any situation like that last time. The enemy would never make the mistake of leaving the city for the last time to fight. Especially the Zhongshan people who lost their blood courage will defend the city with Gaocheng. This time, it is destined to be a tragic siege. I don’t know how many men from Zhao will sprinkle blood on the battlefield this time.

The drumsticks were raised high, but the city gate opposite opened. A chariot was inserted into the car with a tall Zhongshan flag. Under the banner, a mighty general, without a left or right of the car, and only a ruling hand rushed out of the city gate.

When Zhao Xing faced the enemy generals who rushed out, he was so surprised that he forgot to beat the drum. Did the people of Zhongshan really remember to eat or not? Isn’t the lesson of fighting with him last time that he went out of the city to learn from them?

Then, looking at the back of the General Yuan, Zhao Xing was shocked and dropped his chin. He followed only a hundred soldiers with scattered clothes and armor, and his spears were already rusted, and several of them were the clothes of slaves.

Zhao Xing understood, so he dropped the drumstick, stretched his neck and asked loudly at the general opposite: "Are the general here to surrender?"

The Zhongshan guard general yelled proudly: "Zhongshan has only generals who fight to the death, and no cowards who surrender." Then he felt that he didn't believe what he said, so he shouted loudly again: "Who is willing to fight to the death for me?"

This is here to fight against generals, and it can be said to be here to die.

Facing this lonely enemy general, no one answered the 100,000 army.

It is not that he fears his might, but that he respects his backbone. No one is willing to kill a backbone hero in despair.

Yes, he has become a hero with his backbone.

"Why? Zhongshan is destined to be destroyed. Is it necessary to die for a kingdom that is completely corrupt and helpless?" Zhao Xing shook his head and regretted: "This time we destroy Zhongshan, we will only destroy its court and not its citizens. Please submit to us and continue to protect your former citizens."

The general shook his head: "Please don't insult me ​​like this. I will take the king's salary and I should be loyal to the king. Do my duty. Don't say more. Give me a great battle."

Confidently shook his head: "This is a real general, but he was unknowingly poisoned by Confucianism. If this is done with the normal decision of this era, he should surrender to me without hesitation. It's a pity that a hero."

Loudi stepped forward: "My good Anda, don't be stingy anymore. Since he is a hero, give him a heroic home. We Lou Fanren respect the hero the most, let me fight with him."

Zhao Xing asked in confusion: "Can you do it? Don't bump into it. Forget it, I'll do it."

At that time, everyone was impressed by Zhao Xing's heroic behavior. Loudi was moved by Haoanda's care. At that time, Zhao She asked loudly: "Please let me be your car right."

Xu Jie said generously: "Please let me be your velvet."

Loudi shouted: "Please let me--"

Zhao Xing stretched his neck and shouted to the opposite side: "Please set up a dignified formation, let's fight for our respective honors."

The three of them staggered at that time.

As a result, more than a hundred soldiers on the opposite side yelled together: "God of battle, a dignified battle."

The guard bowed to Zhao Xing with tears in his eyes: "Please treat the people of Zhongshan in my city well." Then he turned around, bowed to more than a hundred soldiers, and ordered loudly: "The army is divided into three formations, soldiers, let's kill the enemy for Zhongshan--"

Zhao Xing personally beat the drum three-way to see off the more than 100 Zhongshan warriors, and then watched them tragically rush towards their 100,000 army. "No matter how corrupt a king is, no matter how corrupt a country falls, there is still no shortage of patriots." Seeing the tragic 100,000 army retreating, dispersing, silently with the highest etiquette of warriors, facing the remains of more than 100 heroes, Zhao Xing expressed this everlasting feeling.

"Full them with the specifications of warrior heroes." After giving the order, he proudly announced: "We will enter the city."

On both sides of the street, the gentle people stood full of people, cheering for the new rulers.

Xu Jie sighed: "Let the subjects of a country sink and fall so quickly, and we will not distinguish between the enemy and the Lord. The Lord is really a capable man."
Chapter completed!