Chapter 113 Yishui (begging for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month!)

Easy water.

Reeds are withered and dense at the ancient ferry, and the saddle is unloaded and the lonely boat is boarded. Smoke shrouds the ancient trees and monkeys cry at night, and the moon shines on the flat sand and geese call in autumn. The sound of pestles and anvils in the distance makes the guests cry, and the sound of drums and drums stirs people's sorrow. Where the zither was played and the sad songs were sung in the past, a cold light is frozen and does not flow.

Under the command of veteran general Wang Jian, 100,000 Qin troops passed through the conquered territories of Han and Zhao and rushed into Yan like a huge wave sweeping across the world. Wherever the troops reached, cities that were usually said to be indestructible were easily conquered like piles of sand.

Countless people of Yan State rushed to the heartland of Yan State, represented by Jicheng, to seek protection from their king.

"My fellow soldiers, we are all citizens of Yan State!"

"The Qin army is attacking, please, let us pass!"

"General, please, let us cross the Yishui River!"

……

The sky was dark, and the sky, which should have been azure blue, was covered by gray clouds, almost completely blocking out the light. Coupled with the bitterly cold wind that echoed on both sides of the Yishui River, it created an endless sense of oppression, as if the sky could collapse at any time, and a catastrophe beyond the people's cognition could come at any time.

In order to escape the Qin army, countless Yan people, young and old, with their families and ragged clothes, gathered at the bank of Yishui River, hoping to cross it. However, when these people arrived at the bank of Yishui River, what appeared in front of them was not a smooth road, but weapons emitting cold light.

Prince Jia of Dai was the deposed crown prince of King Zhao Daoxiang. He was far superior to Prince Qian of Zhao in terms of talent, vision and heart. If it were not for the fact that King Zhao Daoxiang married a prostitute, he would have deposed his eldest son, Prince Jia, and made the son born to the prostitute, Prince Qian of Zhao, the crown prince.

If the former Prince Jia, now King Jia of Dai, had succeeded to the throne smoothly, it would not have been so easy for Qin to destroy Zhao. After receiving Yan Dan's invitation, King Jia of Dai led 50,000 soldiers from Dai County, claiming to have 100,000 soldiers, to come to reinforce. On the other hand, Yan Dan also mobilized all the soldiers of Yan State, a total of 150,000, claiming to have 200,000 soldiers, and stationed them on the bank of Yishui according to the formulated strategy.

The Yan-Dai coalition army had a total of about 200,000 troops, claiming to have 300,000 troops. They set up camps along the Yishui River, waiting for the Qin army to attack. Facing the refugees from all over the fallen Yan State, the coalition army, with its cold and murderous face, performed incredible actions.

Thousands of Yan soldiers, organized by military officers and captains, left the camp one after another, with their weapons, such as iron spears, battle axes, swords, etc., pointed at the Yan people who wanted to cross the Yishui River and flee to Jicheng. Facing the flashing cold light of their own soldiers, they could tear them apart with weapons.

These refugees from the State of Yan woke up from their joy at seeing the king's teacher. Instead, they cried out with emotions of pain, sorrow, and despair, and their crystal tears flowed and merged into the water vapor escaping from the Yishui River.

"Everyone, listen to me!"

A Yan general who was arrogant and indifferent even when his own people were crying loudly in front of him, rode a tall horse, holding a whip in his hand, and shouted at the Yan people who were being stopped by his subordinates:
"General Yan Yi said that among you there are spies from the Qin State. Therefore, we cannot let you pass. Anyone who dares to approach the camp within thirty feet will be killed without mercy!"

Following the words of the Yan general, the crossbowmen in the Yan army stepped forward, their bowstrings tightened. With just one order, the arrows would burst through the air, forming a dense rain of arrows, killing the Yan people who were supposed to be protected by them on the spot.

Oh oh oh!
In the dim environment, the sharp arrowheads were particularly dazzling, enough to prove that the Yan general was not joking. In the eyes of the Yan people who were blocked in front of the camp, the last straw of life had disappeared. In an instant, the open space in front of the coalition camp was cold and silent.

After a long silence, a low sobbing sound was heard. The cry was filled with despair and heartbreak from the bottom of the heart. No one knew who started it, but it seemed to be contagious, affecting tens of thousands of Yan people who had gathered here one after another. The despair in their hearts was transmitted into the military camp, and many Yan soldiers who still had consciences were ashamed.

"Yan Yi, I'm going to fuck your mother!" Inside the military camp, there was a bald, tall and strong man with a broad back and iron chains wrapped around his body. At the end of the chains was an iron hammer. It was obvious that he was a rare warrior. Looking at his fellow villagers being blocked outside the camp, his face covered with fine stubble was filled with anger. He stomped his feet fiercely and cursed without caring about the status of his fellow countrymen.

"Big brother!"

There were several Yan soldiers following the big man. When they saw their eldest brother cursing the general in public, the same emotion appeared in their eyes, but they still shouted in unison.

"Damn it, I can't stand it anymore!"

The big man stomped his feet hard, turned around and walked away.

"Brother, what are you doing?" One of them couldn't help but shout when he saw his eldest brother walking towards the commander's tent.

"I want to see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Please let these folks cross the river!"

boom! boom! boom!
Accidents happen one after another.

The earth-shaking roar suddenly reached everyone's ears. Those who were more careful lowered their heads and saw that the dust on the surface was jumping up and down.

Wow!
Before the earth-shaking roar subsided, another continuous blackness emerged, as if at the end of the world as far as the human eye could see, the vast sky and the boundless earth merged into one, becoming an indivisible whole. Large dark clouds filled with death and despair descended upon the world, rushing towards this place.

Because the black movement was so fast, a sound like flowing water was heard.

"Old Qin, restore our rivers and mountains. The blood will not stop until we die. Old Qin, restore our rivers and mountains. The blood will not stop until we die. To the west is the Great Qin, which is rising like the sun. A hundred years of national hatred will never be resolved. The world is in turmoil, how can we have peace and tranquility? Qin has sharp warriors, who can compete with us for supremacy?"

"Old Qin, restore our rivers and mountains. The blood will not stop until we die. Old Qin, restore our rivers and mountains. The blood will not stop until we die. To the west is the Great Qin, which is rising like the sun. A hundred years of national hatred will never be resolved. The world is in turmoil, how can we have peace and tranquility? Qin has sharp warriors, who can compete with us for supremacy?"

"Old Qin, restore our rivers and mountains. The blood will not stop until we die. Old Qin, restore our rivers and mountains. The blood will not stop until we die. To the west is the Great Qin, which is rising like the sun. A hundred years of national hatred will never be resolved. The world is in turmoil, how can we have peace and tranquility? Qin has sharp warriors, who can compete with us for supremacy?"

……

Faced with the sudden change, most of the people in the coalition camp, whether they were from Zhao or Yan, showed expressions of despair and fear. However, the loud war song that followed explained the nature of the change to them, making the despair and fear disappear, and replaced by anger and determination from the bottom of their hearts.

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