Zhao Kuo didn't stay long, and when he learned that the army led by Li Bing's father and son was camped at the exit ten miles in front of him, he almost immediately made a decision - the whole army attacked.

Soldiers are fast.

As the chief general of the whole army, Zhao Kuo did not choose to wait for the good news of his subordinates in the back, but took the lead with five hundred elites and quietly touched the front.

Approaching the exit of Yonekura Road, the stream on the right has disappeared and has been replaced by a dense forest of mountains and mountains.

Behind the dense forest, the banner of the Qin army could be faintly seen.

Zhao Kuo estimated it, about five hundred steps.

If you look closely at the dense forest, it seems that there is a figure flickering in it.

Zhao Kuo stared at it for a long time, and finally determined that it was several Qin army scouts walking around the forest.

Zhao Kuo quietly took down the bow and arrow from behind him.

Rack the bow, draw the string, aim.

Let go.

Coherent.

The arrow flew through the air, drawing an extremely beautiful parabola, and then accurately submerged into the back of a Qin scout.

The Qin scout didn't even have time to utter even a single call before he had completely fallen to the ground.

"Bang."

The sound of the corpse falling to the ground made another Qin Army scout twenty paces away instantly alert, looking at the sound that came from the voice.

At the moment when the Qin Army scout turned around, a figure silently erupted from behind the bushes.

The sword is in the air.

Sideways death.

One Qin scout after another was silently swallowed up by the shadow of death among the trees.

For the elite of the Zhao army, who had experienced a hundred battles, these scouts of the Qin army were as immature as babies who were still in swaddling clothes.

Zhao Kuo ran like a civet cat in the bushes, between the trees, and on the side of the mountain road.

This Zhao army's assault team was approaching the Qin army's camp beyond the valley at an extremely fast speed.

Three hundred steps.

The sun is scorching.

The hot air brushed his sideburns, dripping sweat slipped down his forehead, and the young general of Zhao had nothing but to move forward in his eyes.

Forward!

At this time, an arrow came into the air and pointed directly at Zhao Kuo's heart.

Zhao Kuo rolled forward with great agility and narrowly dodged the arrow.

He looked up and saw that on the wall of the Qin army's camp, a dark-faced, heroic Qin general was watching him, full of murderous intentions.

Zhao Kuo grinned, extremely bright.

One hundred and fifty steps.

The breeze picked up slightly.

The sound of sharp cymbals resounded throughout the hometown, and the Qin army's camp began to stir, and countless Qin soldiers climbed the camp wall.

Zhao Kuo advanced in the dense forest, rolling, dodging countless arrows.

He seems to have completely transformed into an elf in the mountains and forests, flickering and moving between countless arrows, finding a glimmer of life in the realm of mortality.

Fifty steps.

Huo Ran was cheerful.

Zhao Kuo rushed out of the mountains and forests, like lightning, there was no obstacle in front of him, a bright world.

There is a slope in front of you.

On the slope, it is the Qin camp!

Zhao Kuo rushed forward.

Like a tiger.

Reach out.

In the green smoke, a small thing was thrown behind the wall of the Qin military camp.

"It's not good, get out of the way!" A scream rang out.

Zhao Kuo smiled.

"Boom!"

A short explosion sounded, mixed with the screams of the soldiers of the Qin army.

Zhao Kuo stretched out his hand again.

Three grenades were in his hands, and then they were thrown out like beads.

"Boom, boom!"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

A series of explosions sounded inside and outside the Qin army's camp walls, and the smoke of gunpowder filled the air.

After Zhao Kuo, five hundred elites followed closely.

Zhao Kuo ran to the bottom of the wall, just in time to see a fence pile broken.

Sprint.

Step on.

on the wall.

Zhao Kuo rose into the air and jumped into the wall.

The man was still in the air, and his hand was on the scabbard.

Sword out.

The sword is bloody.

See blood seal the throat.

Blood spilled out, and several Qin soldiers closest to Zhao Kuo's side retreated screaming at the same time, falling to the ground.

"Weak!"

Zhao Kuo sneered and rushed forward with his sword.

Zhao Kuo didn't know where this army came from, but just these rounds of tricks were enough for Zhao Kuo to know one thing clearly, that is, the combat effectiveness of this Qin army was far weaker than any Qin army that Zhao Kuo had seen before.

An angry roar came from afar: "Don't let the Zhao people continue to advance and kill the vanguard of the Zhao army!" ”

Zhao Kuo raised his eyes and saw that just about fifty paces away, the young general of the Qin army who had just almost shot himself was yelling at his subordinates.

Behind Zhao Kuo, one Zhao army after another climbed up and fought fiercely with the Qin army on the wall.

Zhao Kuo held a long sword in his hand and rushed towards the young general of the Qin army in a sword shadow.

It wasn't that no one tried to stop Zhao Kuo's charge, but those people eventually fell to the ground.

No one retreats, no one gives up, so the result of falling to the ground can only mean one thing-

Die!

Who died?

Death to those who stand in my way!

The long sword in Zhao Kuo's hand stabbed into the chest of a Qin army officer, and then kicked the other party away, and the dead body hit the two Qin soldiers behind him, and the three fell to the wall at the same time.

Zhao Kuo laughed, full of murder.

"Don't go, Qin thief, and fight with General Ben for thirty rounds!"

"Whoosh!" What answered Zhao Kuo was a cold arrow.

Zhao Kuo flashed, and the arrow grazed Zhao Kuo's left forearm.

A scorching pain came from the forearm, apparently already causing the injury.

Zhao Kuo snorted painfully, raised his sword in his right hand, and collected two more Qin soldiers' lives.

At the bottom of the slope behind the wall, hundreds of Zhao troops poured out and headed for the camp.

In front of Zhao Kuo was an almost endless tide of Qin soldiers, and these Qin soldiers were shouting to surround Zhao Kuo and take Zhao Kuo's life.

But what they don't know is that there are times when quantity isn't everything.

Behind Zhao Kuo, five hundred elite Zhao soldiers followed closely, like an incomparably sharp arrow, mercilessly piercing all obstacles in front of them.

"It's Ma Fuzi Zhao Kuo!" The young general of Qin finally recognized Zhao Kuo's identity, and shouted: "The second and third sons kill him quickly, as long as we kill him, our army will win this battle!" ”

Horse suit.

The son of Ma Fujun.

The son of Ma Fujun Zhao Hao.

Zhao Kuo's heart moved slightly.

He has been carrying this name for many years.

Even though his father has been dead for a long, long time, people still use to call him Ma Fuzi.

Zhao Kuo laughed loudly and kept walking.

Ten steps!

Zhao Kuo's voice was like an ape on the high platform, and the long sword in his hand was like thunder in the sky.

Brainstorming.

At this moment, the noise of the whole world seemed to suddenly disappear, and Zhao Kuo's eyes only had the horrified look of this young general of the Qin State when he died tragically.

In the distance, a cry of sorrow was faintly heard.

"Bang!"

Zhao Kuo kicked the other party into the dust, fought on the high platform with his sword, looked around, and laughed wildly.

"Fuck you horse suit! I am the general of Zhao State, Zhao Kuo is also! ”