Chapter 80: First Battlefield Meeting (100 monthly tickets plus more!)
"Fire arrows!"

The confrontation did not last long. In order to relieve the regret of his father Wang Jian, Wang Ben suddenly waved his hand and ordered the archers to move forward. Deadly arrows, in the setting sun, intertwined into a dense rain of arrows, and shot at the Zhao army led by Sima Shang.

"Erect shield!"

Sima Shang was also a veteran who had fought for many years. Before Wang Ben gave the order to shoot arrows, he had ordered the shieldmen in the army to step forward. The seven-foot-high shields quickly formed a copper wall in front of the Zhao army to meet the arrows from the sky.

clang!clang!clang!
The feather arrow hit the shield, and the crisp sound of metal clashing was exciting and particularly pleasant to the ears.

Tianxuan, who was mixed in the Qin army, had his eyes wide open, admiring the tragic scene on the battlefield. Although Tianxuan served the Qin State, he had never made up his mind. In the future, he might be a loyal and loyal person to the Qin State; or he might be one of the princes who "when the Qin State loses its power, the whole world will chase it together."

In short, coming to this turbulent, bloody and chaotic world, everything that happened clearly told Tianxuan that the time traveler was not a child of destiny. He could only follow the torrent of the times and go with the flow. However, no matter what path he took in the future, knowing the art of war was the most basic.

Tianxuan's mind was attracted by the battlefield before him, and he was trying his best to observe the troop movements and changes in the military formations.

"Chariot Charge!"

Although most of the arrows were blocked by the erected shield array, there were still some scattered arrows that passed through the gaps between the shields and fell into the Zhao army formation behind the shield array, causing clusters of sad and beautiful blood flowers to explode. As soon as the arrows stopped, Wang Ben ordered dozens of chariots to move forward without hesitation, and shook the shield array with the powerful impact of the chariots.

The trained war horses, driven by the soldiers on the chariots, would ruthlessly charge into a wall of steel and copper in front of them. No matter how strong the shield formation was, it would ultimately rely on the flesh and blood of the Zhao soldiers behind the shields to block it. It is conceivable that the shield formation would collapse after being hit by the chariots several times.

have to! have to! have to!
In addition to shaking the shield formation with the powerful impact of thirty chariots, Wang Ben divided the two thousand cavalry into two and surrounded the Zhao army from the left and right sides. When the Zhao army's shield formation collapsed, the cavalry and chariots on both sides attacked from three directions, and the Zhao army would surely suffer a disastrous defeat. The crisp sound of horse hooves fell into Tianxuan's ears, and his expression changed slightly.

【Wang Ben is worthy of being a famous general. He uses different types of troops just right, just like using one arm to move one's hands.】

Tianxuan knew that he was a real rookie on the battlefield. In his past life, many people traveled to the ancient world and could easily defeat the heroes with those war terms. In this regard, Tianxuan could only say that they were too naive. The real war was not only a collision of iron and blood, but also a great test of the commander's ability to mobilize troops.

The coordination between different arms, the strengths and weaknesses of the enemy army, how to deploy one's own army, and even the weather and terrain, all require the commander to consider. The superficial war terminology may make an outstanding commander's eyes light up, but it is too naive to think that it can defeat a real famous general.

Oh oh oh!
When Tian Xuan was absorbed in Wang Ben's deployment of troops, like a shrunken sponge, absorbing the nutrients that Wang Ben, a famous general of the time, accidentally leaked, the sound of the flute with sobs rose again. The sound of the flute blended into the bloody battlefield, but was not suppressed by the killing on the battlefield, and perfectly blended into the sound of fighting.

Swish!
The shield array, which seemed like a solid wall of steel, was already shaky after being hit by several chariots. The Zhao soldiers holding the shield handles had their knuckles cracked after bearing the huge impact. Sima Shang, the commander, knew from the sound of horse hooves coming from both sides that Wang Ben was mobilizing troops to attack from both sides.

In an instant, Sima Shang's face was filled with despair.

If they had the same conditions, Sima Shang thought he would not be inferior to Wang Ben. However, Wang Ben had 10,000 well-trained and high-spirited soldiers, while Sima Shang had a group of demoralized and almost unorganized remnants.

In addition, Wang Ben was well-rested and Sima Shang had no time to set up deer antlers, lassoes and other items.

Feeling that he was doomed, Sima Shang tightly grasped the hilt of his sword with his right hand, ready to draw his sword and commit suicide. Just as Sima Shang was in despair, a flute with endless melancholy suddenly sounded, breaking through the sound of fighting on the battlefield and reaching Sima Shang's ears. "How is this possible?"

Sima Shang was very familiar with this flute sound. The message hidden in it made Sima Shang's weather-beaten eyes widen, and he could hardly believe his ears.

"This...this is..."

The young general of the Zhao army was accompanying Sima Shang. Faced with the sudden sound of the flute, his blood-stained face showed endless excitement and he cried out in surprise.

Brush and pull!

After Sima Shang and the young general exclaimed, they looked at each other at the same time, their eyes filled with ecstasy from the bottom of their hearts.

Sima Shang, who had just thought that he was at the end of his rope, found a way out through the information hidden in the sound of the flute.

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Let’s go back a moment to the woods beside the official road.

She was wearing a dark blue open-collared silk dress with a dark blue silk tied around her waist. Her three thousand strands of hair as white as snow were tied up with a crystal headdress, and her jade-smooth ears were adorned with crystal earrings. Silver bracelets and silver leg ornaments were dangling from her half-naked arms and legs, and a pair of slender jade feet were put into a pair of blue crystal dance clogs. Her beautiful eyes, as pure as jade, were adorned with gray-blue eyeshadow, and two gems were inlaid on each side of her eyes. She was wearing flesh-pink lip gloss. She was like a fairy in the snow. She caught the scene happening on the official road through the gaps in the dense tree canopy, and her expression changed slightly.

Click!

The white jade hand tightly grasped a green jade flute with exquisite bamboo leaf patterns, which made a crisp sound.

As a Zhao native, she witnessed the last real army of Zhao State being trapped in a killing situation. How could she feel good?
Suddenly, a fishy wind with a hint of evil blew past this stunning woman, awakening her from her silence. Her beautiful eyes, which were sealed by the black ice, widened and she subconsciously looked in the direction she sensed. What came into her sight was a figure that was very familiar, but made her doubt whether she had fallen into a dream.

"Grandpa Li...Grandpa Li?"

Next to the white-haired woman, there appeared a man with white hair and beard, wearing coarse linen clothes, and looking very old and dying. He seemed to be just an ordinary person. However, the white-haired woman knew better than anyone what kind of powerful power was hidden in this seemingly exhausted body. Once he appeared in front of the world again, what kind of bloody storm would he set off!
In an instant, the white-haired woman's beautiful eyes, which seemed to be carved out of black ice, exuded a crystal luster, and she called out tremblingly.

"Xiaoxue'er, long time no see." The dying old man in coarse linen clothes looked at the woman beside him and smiled kindly, "Let me lend you my jade flute."

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