Chapter 82 Can’t leave anymore
"Old General Wang Jian!"

"Marquis Wucheng!"

"General Wang!"

……

Soon, a shout of surprise came from the rear of the Qin army, revealing the identity of the newcomer. Wang Ben, who was the first to be hit, had a look of shame on his rough face.

Wow!
Wang Jian's prestige in the Qin army was comparable to that of Bai Qi, the Marquis of Wu'an. With his arrival, the Qin army's formation parted like flowing water, revealing a path. Wang Jian, with white hair and beard, as fierce as a tiger, appeared in front of Wang Ben and Tian Xuan, along with Fusu, the eldest son of Qin, Yan Fei, the Lord of the East, and a dozen of his personal soldiers.

"Dad, my child has embarrassed you."

Looking at his old father riding towards him, Wang Ben came before Wang Jian and took the initiative to plead guilty.

Snapped!
Contrary to everyone's expectations, Wang Jian, who had always been strict with his children and grandchildren, did not teach his son a lesson after he lost the battle. He raised his hand and slapped Wang Ben on the shoulder, saying earnestly: "Ben'er, your defeat this time is not a fault of war. Instead, you lost to your father's old rival!"

At the end of his speech, a gleam of light flashed in Wang Jian's eyes, and a ray of light swept across Tianxuan, making Tianxuan feel creepy. He felt that Wang Jian at this moment was as terrifying as a tiger that finally found its prey.

[Sure enough, in front of these big shots, I am now just like this body, a complete child! ]

Just by making eye contact with Wang Jian, Tianxuan felt a chill in his heart, and he thought this with a hint of self-mockery.

"Young Master, didn't you say you couldn't come?" While making fun of himself, Tianxuan's attention fell on the graceful Fusu, and he asked in confusion.

Fusu ignored the bloody battlefield and said solemnly: "My father sent me here to ask him to go back!"

[It is Li Mu indeed! ]

Although, from his memories of this world in his previous life, Tianxuan had guessed about 70% of the identity of the owner of the flute, he had no evidence after all.

Li Mu was Wang Jian's strongest rival in his life, and no one knew Li Mu better than Wang Jian. Fusu came here on the orders of Zhengge. As the king of Qin, Zhengge paid more attention to Li Mu, the biggest obstacle to Qin's unification than anyone else. Wang Jian and Fusu's words made Tianxuan no longer doubt his guess.

"Li Mu, do you want to come out on your own, or do you want me to invite you out?"

Wang Jian's face was full of eagerness to fight. With a wink, Wang Ben began to organize people to clear the road. The injured soldiers and horses were moved away, and the broken objects were piled up like garbage. Thunder roared, shaking the world, causing the big trees on both sides of the official road to rustle and wither.

Bang!
Wang Jian showed his skills for the first time. Even though Tianxuan had long guessed that this Qin's number one general must have outstanding martial arts, he was caught off guard by the thunderous shout, his eyes became dizzy, and he almost fell off his horse.

Brush and pull!

When Tianxuan's body trembled on the horse's back, a clear golden streak shot out from Yanfei's jade hand like a living thing and wrapped around Tianxuan's waist. When Tianxuan came to his senses, he had fallen into that embrace full of fresh fragrance.

"My little husband," Yan Fei hugged Tian Xuan tightly, and rested her smooth jade chin on Tian Xuan's head, "If your kung fu is not good enough, practice more, or don't run too far. If it weren't for me and General Wang Jian coming, you would be dead!"

While Yan Fei was speaking, Wang Jian's words, which were full of great fighting spirit, spread over hundreds of feet. The cold and beautiful sound was set off by Wang Jian's thunderous voice, and spread. However, no one objected to this. It was because the name "Li Mu" had this weight. After a few breaths of silence, the faces of the soldiers of Qin and Zhao showed expressions of anger, hatred, excitement, and ecstasy. Li Mu, an extraordinary character, who was even more powerful than Lian Po, once made 100,000 wolves afraid to pass through Yanmen with his own strength. He was known as the "wolf hunter". In the Central Plains, Li Mu was called the "God of Military Formation"!
Li Mu's sword Zhenyue, because of its owner's illustrious achievements, embodies the military soul of Zhao State. It is said that as long as the Zhenyue sword is unsheathed, the army of Qin will never be able to cross the border of Zhao State even an inch.

As everyone knows, Li Mu is dead. He was killed by the incompetent King Zhao Qian as a result of Qin's counter-espionage plot.

Wang Jian said, however, that Li Mu was not dead and was nearby.

"General Li Mu!"

"Wu Anjun!"

"General!"

……

There were shouts filled with endless emotions from the Zhao side, and then, this mob of Zhao's remnants had something they didn't have before - fighting spirit! This was already a real army, no longer a patchwork of scattered soldiers.

They were all looking forward to Li Mu's appearance and leading them to defeat the Qin army and rebuild the State of Zhao.

In the dense forest beside the official road.

The old man whose identity was revealed by Wang Jian - Li Mu, put down the jade flute that was used to remotely control the army and convey orders. A flash of fighting spirit flashed across his aged face.

"Grandpa Li." The white-haired woman took the jade flute handed back by Li Mu with a serious expression.

"Xiaoxue'er, hurry up and leave!" Li Mu cast a worried look at the white-haired woman. "Since Wang Jian is here, he won't let me leave easily. If I insist on leaving, Sima Shang and Zuo Che will have no chance of survival. But you are different. Although you are the sister of Zhao Wangqian, you are not on the list of Zhao's royal family. If you leave now, you can still save your life!"

"Grandpa Li, what are you going to do then?" The white-haired woman asked back with a trace of pain across her beautiful face when she heard what Li Mu said.

Li Mu laughed heartily, his laughter was full of indifference to life and death: "Since my whereabouts have been discovered by the Qin people, I will either work for Qin Wangzheng or die at his hands. There is no third possibility!"

"Grandpa Li, you!" The white-haired woman had deep feelings for Li Mu. When she heard Li Mu say that, even though she knew that leaving was the best option, she still couldn't bear to leave him, and pearl-like crystal tears flowed from her beautiful eyes.

"Let's go!" Li Mu glared at her fiercely and urged her impatiently.

"Grandpa Li, if you die, I will definitely avenge you!" The white-haired woman knew that if she didn't leave now, she would never be able to leave. She stomped hard on the ground in her crystal clogs and turned to walk away. Before leaving, her eyes full of hatred shot out, breaking through the blockade of the forest and capturing those figures.

A sneeze!

Tianxuan fell into Yan Fei's arms again, knowing that he could not resist, and nestled in Yan Fei's arms like a big doll. Unexpectedly, a chill suddenly came over him, causing him to sneeze.

"Tianxuan, are you cold?" Yan Fei saw this and hugged Tianxuan again, asking with concern. The people around him saw this, even though they knew Tianxuan was powerless, they still cast envious glances at him.

(End of this chapter)