The Great Qin: Stop Pretending, Your Father, I Am Qin Shihuang

When the prairie people rushed forward again, fearlessly, they met the resistance of the Qin army willing to die.

Of course, to die is not to seek death.

All Qin troops used all their means, just to kill one more enemy, so that their comrades could have one less enemy.

"die!"

The general flashed a prairie man's bone knife and slashed sideways, and then very simply stabbed the Qin sword in his hand into the opponent's chest.

Just as he was about to pull it out, the prairie man roared like a wild beast, and then firmly grabbed the blade.

He has been fighting for a long time, and he is a little tired, and he can't pull it out for a while.

But at this time, there were already weapons from the grassland people on the other side!

The general did not panic, but turned around again and used the thickest part of his armor to resist the opponent's attack. .

The sword in his hand was finally drawn out, and he stabbed the man to death with his backhand.

His personal guards had already gone where they were more needed.

Whether or not there are personal guards is not important to him anymore.

After gasping for a while, the general clenched Qin Jian, which was full of gaps in his hand again, and was ready to kill the enemy with no end in sight!

Just then.

There was a sudden screeching sound from behind him.

The general turned his head in surprise, but saw behind them, and he didn't know when they were full of grassland people.

At this time, countless grassland people are bowing their bows and shooting!

Buzz!

Arrows fell like showers.

"Kill the enemy!"

The general roared angrily!

But almost instantly, his entire body was covered by arrows, and no matter how strong his armor was, it couldn't protect his entire body.

The general slowly fell backwards, just a long arrow, propped up on the ground full of corpses.

But let him stand there steadily.

The battle continues, but the gate has fallen.

Until evening, when Mo Dun stepped into the blood-stained gate, looking at the masonry and wooden building in front of him, he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

Finally, with a smile,

From now on, these things are his.

Just before he could sigh with emotion, the leader of the Yuezhi and the Qiang people had already come to him with an extremely ugly expression.

At this time, Mo Dun took the initiative to show a smile and said,

"You two have worked hard."

In this attack on the pass, his own Huns cavalry suffered almost no losses.

Hearing this, the leaders of the Yuezhi and Qiang people did not change their expressions at all, but replied dully,

"Chanyu, our two divisions have suffered heavy losses and are no longer able to advance. We just want to stand here for you and **** some women. The supplies are just that."

They themselves did not expect that the losses in this siege would be so heavy.

The losses caused to them by the thousands of Qin troops were far greater than those on the frontal battlefield before.

If it was before, one cavalry can be exchanged for two Qin troops.

That is now, two... no, three more cavalry, in order to replace one Qin army.

That's a huge difference!

Think about it again, there are countless cities in the Qin Kingdom, if every city is like this.

Even if their people are dead, it is impossible to occupy the Qin state.

Now that their old nest has been destroyed by the Qin people, they just want to plunder some women and materials and return to the grassland to rebuild their tribe.

When Modun heard the words of the two of them, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. When these people encountered difficulties, they would only retreat, and it would be difficult to achieve great things.

But that's fine. Now that the gate is in his hands, it's better to keep these people here.

Of course, someone must be sent to watch.

said quickly,

"Well, if that's the case, then listen to the two leaders."

"I'll leave it to you here, and my sons will also assist you."

Hearing this, the two also knew that the other was worried about them, but they couldn't refuse, so they could only reply,

"Thank you Shanyu."

It was only at this time that Mao Dun nodded and said,

"By the way, bring the prisoners in the army, and I want to ask them something."

The two leaders hesitated for a moment, then said quickly,

"Chanyu, there are no prisoners."

Mo Dun was stunned for a moment, then frowned quickly and said,

"not a single one?"

The two shook their heads in unison and replied,

"not a single one!"

Hearing this, Mo Dun's face instantly became serious. He realized that this war might not be as easy as he thought.

At this time, within the Great Wall, in a hidden Qin army camp around Baishan Mountain, countless messengers came and went.

In the largest tent, Zhao Lang was looking at the news everywhere with a serious look.

"Has Han Xin reached his designated position?"

"Arrived, you can fight the Huns at any time."

"Where is General Meng?"

"Just now I have been notified, it is already in the rear, ready to counterattack at any time."

"Have the counties been notified?"

"Everyone has been notified, but the countryside is vast, and it is impossible to organize everyone into the city."

"..."

There was always a very fast and tense atmosphere in the tent, and it was only slightly relieved when the sky was getting dark.

"Master, rest for a while."

At this time, the slave poured a glass of water and said with a hoarseness ~www.NovelMTL.com~ He followed the matter and was extremely tired.

Zhao Lang nodded, took a sip of water, and said,

"You, too, take a break."

The slave smiled and replied,

"Thank you, master, I'm not tired."

Zhao Lang said calmly,

"If you are a person, you will be tired. After this time, you will also take a position, otherwise the people below will not have a title for you."

Hearing this, the slave's expression couldn't help showing a hint of excitement, but he still said,

"The slave just wants to serve by the master's side, it doesn't matter."

Zhao Lang glanced at each other angrily and replied,

"Okay, if you really think so, I'll ask Uncle Zhao to help you, and you can go to the harem in the future."

The slave was stunned for a moment, and said dryly,

"Master, the slave has no descendants."

Zhao Lang waved his hand and said,

"roll."

The slave was ready to go out with a smile. At this moment, a servant walked in with a serious look and reported,

"His Royal Highness, the front line is reporting that the Huns have broken through the barrier."

"And... the son of the gatekeeper arrived at the camp and said that there was a letter to hand to you. Do you want to see him?"

Hearing this news, Zhao Lang was not surprised, but his expression dimmed.

This pass was a flaw he deliberately left, and it was also what he ordered the guard to guard.

It can be said that he sent these people away with one hand.

The slave glanced at Zhao Lang and said quickly,

"Master, it's too late now, let them go first..."

Zhao Lang raised his hand to stop the other party and said indifferently,

"Let him in."

Some things, he did, he had to face.

There must always be an explanation.

The guard carried out his orders, and he couldn't escape in front of the opponent's son.