Chapter 342 (1/2)
At this time, the sword saint was like fighting in blood from Shura hell. The strong smell of blood filled the whole world. The iron cavalry poured in wave after wave and fell at his feet again and again. Killing is not what he wants. His compassion always brings a trace of intolerance in his eyes.
Tianming has never seen his uncle work so hard. After years of wandering life, Tianming has seen a lot of life and death, but gainie at this time makes him afraid and awed. Is that the strong man that uncle said scares the enemy?
Gainie's body was soaked with blood. The enemy's, or his own, was frightened at dawn. Tianming secretly vowed in the bottom of his heart: ”I want to be a strong man, like uncle. One day, I will fight side by side with uncle.”
Many iron cavalry fell, and the rest were already a little timid, but due to the majesty of military discipline, they had to move forward, and the fear in their eyes made them fall faster. Death comes too fast. At the last moment of life, did they ever think of the happy bits before?
Blood dyed the whole earth red, and even the sky seemed to turn into a disgusting scarlet. The breath of death enveloped the whole earth, and even the bravest people gave birth to a chill from the bottom of their hearts.
The setting sun is like blood, the blood is like the setting sun, and life is gradually dying out.
The sky is blue and the sand dunes are dim yellow. A brown fast horse is running fast. The people on the horse are soft on the horse's back, and the dust from the horse's hoofs is flying in the air. Where the horse ran, there was a shocking blood red on the ground.
In Xianyang palace, the eunuch hurried to the hall with the scroll just delivered in his hand.
”One gainie, one child and just two people, unexpectedly destroyed the three hundred iron cavalry of the Qin Dynasty.” on the hall, Ying Zheng, Qin Shihuang, threw a scroll full of blood on the ground.
Ying Zheng sat on the high throne. Junyi's face was full of uncontrollable anger. His thick eyebrows were wrinkled, and his eyes were full of evil light. The king's domineering spirit was exposed. This unique king in history, this king sitting in the world
Ying Zheng holds the ancient sword in his left hand. It is the first famous sword Tianwen. Only a king like him deserves it. At the bottom of the hall stood a middle-aged man in black imperial clothes, who was the Prime Minister of the Qin Dynasty, Li Si.
”This kind of war report is ridiculous to me. In those days, when the Qin Dynasty attacked the state of Chu, I lost 100000 troops and returned home. The next year, I sent five times my troops. Even if I was as stubborn as the state of Chu, I collapsed under the iron horse of the Qin Dynasty. Hum, since I can't catch it with 300 people, I'll use 3000, 30000, 300000” Ying Zheng patted his legs angrily, The candles in the hall flickered, as if frightened by the domineering spirit.