The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 311: Qin's Civil War: Personal Bravery Is of No Use on the Battlefield
Dense array of arrows came like a rainstorm, and the sound of breaking through the air was sharp and piercing.

Ying Chengjiao and his brother were protected in the middle by the imperial guards. Seven or eight imperial guards huddled together to form a human wall, and the world became dark again.

The firelight shone through the gap between the two imperial guards, making Ying Chengjiao feel a little dizzy.

The young man heard a slightly dull sound of metal breaking leather, mixed with a few really dull groans.

After the extremely piercing sound of breaking through the air passed, more intense shouts and screams were heard, and the imperial guards no longer moved apart as if they wanted to crush the two men to death.

The young man looked around anxiously to see what was going on.

The imperial guards were all wearing armor, so the lethality of their arrows was greatly weakened, but the Mohists were not wearing armor.

The young man's eyes widened at the glance, and the blazing flames illuminated the ground full of black people.

At the moment the arrows were attacking, he was protected by the imperial guards, but the Mohists were not.

Most of the imperial guards marching in formation had no awareness of protecting the Mohists, and those who were aware would not do so.

There are traitors all around.

Once the formation of the imperial guards is disrupted, they will be defeated and will no longer be able to fight.

"kill!"

"Protect the King!"

"Come this way, my lord!"

"Formation!"

"..."

Before Ying Chengjiao could feel sad, a pair of big hands pulled him back to King Zheng of Qin.

The young man watched the imperial guards running by and the Mohists rushing out, and clenched the Qin sword in his hand.

He gritted his teeth, still not believing that his commander would really rebel.

But whether he believed it or not, the war had already begun.

All questions must be left until after the war.

"Kill!" Ying Chengjiao shouted with a ferocious face, and charged forward holding the Qin sword that killed Bai Fan.

"Get back here!" Qin Wangzheng grabbed the young man's arm and shouted, "Stay by my side!"

He grabbed the boy's arm, but didn't catch him.

The young man simply shook his arms and twisted his body, and used his clever strength to break free from Qin Shi Huang's grasp.

King Zheng of Qin couldn't help but be stunned at this extremely critical moment. His younger brother, who was two years younger than him, had surpassed him in martial arts, at least in physical skills.

It's obvious that he hasn't slacked off in his martial arts training.

The boy took advantage of his small stature to squeeze into the crowd, charging forward at full speed, his hair fluttering behind his head.

When he was traveling around the countries, the cold-blooded Bai Wuxia made him squat in horse stance with rocks in his arms and soak in medicinal baths, using the most simple and unpretentious water-grinding method to lay the most solid foundation for him.

After Bai Wuxia returned to Qin, the cold-blooded swordsman Gai Nie taught him with all his heart. The young man who learned Gai Nie's true skills made rapid progress in swordsmanship and was already half as skilled as Gai Nie.

The seemingly ordinary practice accumulated over time will burst out at this most critical moment, and the accumulated knowledge will eventually yield a breakthrough!
King Zheng of Qin felt that he had not slacked off.

But since memorials and beauties took up most of his energy, how could he compete with the young man who trained to his physical limit almost every day?

The path of martial arts is like farming, the more you sow, the more you reap.

This is something that truly cannot be achieved by taking shortcuts, and it is one of the very few things that will definitely pay off if you work hard.

The white clothes exploded beside the young man, and Gai Nie, who was accompanying him, protected the young man as he walked.

A flash of hesitation flashed across his face, and the swordsman, who was always cold and had the demeanor of a master, opened his mouth and yelled without any image:

"Sir! Danger!"

"Protect me!" the young man roared as he ran, his words seriously inconsistent with his reckless appearance.

This was not his first time in war.

He stayed in the Qi military camp for a year and a half and witnessed more than a dozen wars, big and small.

The young man, who had enough practical experience in war and was personally taught by Wu'an Jun Bai Qi, had a little understanding of it.

street fighting.

Unable to deploy troops on a large scale.

The boy believes that courage is the biggest factor that determines victory or defeat.

The brave wins when we meet on a narrow road.

The only thing that could boost morale and inspire brave men more than a prince charging forward was King Zheng of Qin charging forward himself.

"Kill!" He roared, filled with rage, sadness, and doubt, and charged forward under Gai Nie's close protection.

At the very front, the two armies were engaged in close combat.

The rebel vanguard, wearing guard armor, surged up like a tide, with long spears like a forest and flashing cold light.

They were not guards but retainers kept by Lu Buwei, and they obeyed Lu Buwei's orders only.

The imperial guards hurriedly formed up in front of the Bai family's gate.

Against the backdrop of a raging fire.

The imperial guards stood side by side, with an arm's length of space between them.

They piled up one on top of the other, forming an iron wall.

The one giving the orders at the moment is Zhang Dian, the General of the Xianyang Palace.

He stood in the battle formation, with five rows of imperial guards in front of him.

His eyes were stern, and he was ready to take the lead when the battlefield became tense. Only in this way could he hold on when he had fewer people than the enemy.

Qin law stipulated that if a general died in battle, his subordinates would be executed as well.

Zhang Zhang, who was holding the spear tightly, felt a little regretful. He should not have burned down the Bai family so early. Otherwise, he could have used the Bai family's high walls to defend the house.

There is a fire behind us now, we have no way to retreat and no depth.

In this narrow street considering the number of troops, once the formation is broken up, a bloody melee will break out.

At that time, the chapter could not grasp the situation on the battlefield, and its role was not as good as that of a skilled Langguan.

"Shoot!" Chapter gave the order, and the roar was like thunder.

The imperial guards did not bring any arrows with them when they left the palace, and the arrows they shot now were picked up from Zibai's home.

The use of bows and crossbows was banned among the people of Qin.

Although this would not affect the Bai family, a top-notch family, the Bai family did not have many arrows in stock.

The Bai family did not want to rebel, nor did they think that one day they would be invaded. Stockpiling arrows was just a rule passed down from their ancestors, and that was fine.

The Bai family didn't have many arrows to begin with, and there were even fewer that they could use immediately after picking them up.

Because there were too few arrows, Zhang Jie did not choose to fight against the rebels. Instead, he took three waves of arrows from the rebels with his body, making the rebels think that the imperial guards had no arrows.

He deliberately waited until the rebels charged and engaged them in close combat, so that he could catch the rebels off guard.

The first row of imperial guards crouched down, and the revealed second row of imperial guards had all drawn their bows!
They are not archers, but at such a close distance they don't need the accuracy of archers, just shoot!

The second row of non-archers shoot with all their might, then crouch down and reload arrows. The third row is again made up of non-archers.

After the third row is shot, the fourth row comes, and after the fourth row is shot, the second row comes.

This cycle repeats twice, and arrows are shot like heavy rain!

The front row of the rebels fell one after another in an instant. Not many died, but most were injured.

But being injured at this time is equivalent to death, and the people behind you will not wait for you to stand up.

The rebels in the back row continued to charge by stepping on the corpses of their companions. Those who were not corpses would become corpses after they were stepped on.

There was a flash of doubt in Zhang Jie's eyes. The results of these two rounds of arrow rain were much better than he expected. When did the quality of the guards become so poor?

The General of the Xianyang Palace moved his eyes quickly to search and found that the guards who rushed up were rushing without any order.

They don't look like well-trained soldiers, but more like gangsters who are committing crimes.

"Is he a gangster?... This is a big gamble!" A fierce look flashed in Zhang Jie's eyes. He gave up his original plan of defending and rushed out to kill!
"Kill!" He spoke with such eloquence that he jumped past five rows of imperial guards and stabbed a big-eyed guard in the throat with a gun.

The big-eyed guards on both sides twisted their bodies to attack, their swords fierce and deadly.

Instead, Zhang Jie was overjoyed. This was how people in the underworld fought!

Well-trained guards would never stop during a charge, as this would disrupt the battle formation. The chapter that always had bad luck in gambling finally made the right bet!
The General of the Central Army laughed grimly, dropped his spear, drew his sword, and killed him back!
"God bless me! I haven't gambled for three years! Kill!" Zhang Zhang, who felt that he had used up all his luck in the past three years, roared like thunder and drank the blood from the enemy's neck!

"kill!"

The general fights desperately and the soldiers die for him.

If you don't accept death, and the general dies, the soldiers will die too!

Long spears shot out from the sides of the chapters, and the imperial guards advanced together with the chapters!
The disorganized rebels slammed into the imperial guards' formation, and blood splattered!

On the first day of the fight, both sides fought fiercely, trying to see which sword was sharper! The casualties were almost the same.

After a dozen breaths, the imperial guards gained the upper hand and advanced!
After dozens of breaths, the imperial guards suppressed the rebels!
The chapter that initially charged to the front line has now retreated to the second line, breathing heavily with trembling arms, gathering strength.

In a real fight with all one’s might, the one who can hold out for half a moment is a master, the one who can hold out for half an hour has natural supernatural powers, and the one who can hold out to the end is a overlord.

Zhang Jie spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, issued orders one after another, and a hint of joy appeared on his brows.

Although the battle is still going on, he will definitely win if there are no unexpected factors.

Most of the people in the martial arts world are wanderers, and a wanderer has to roam around to have some power.

The only ones who survived a head-on confrontation with the army were the Mohists.

However, there are always surprises.

About a minute into the battle, some of the rebels in front of them began to retreat in fear, and it seemed that they were about to be defeated.

"Break the formation! Charge in!" Pengfei, one of the Nine Lords, roared and swung his bronze sword to chop off the head of a fleeing rebel, causing his brains to splatter.

"If you don't advance, you will die!" Peng Fei shouted angrily: "You are standing here! Do you have any way to retreat? Kill!"

Zhang Jie looked at it coldly, feeling extremely disdainful.

Killing deserters is just a temporary measure. What's the point of shouting slogans if the situation cannot be reversed?
If this kind of motivational slogan worked, the Zhao army would not have been defeated in the Battle of Changping. Four hundred thousand soldiers who were ready to die without fear or retreat could have reached the Heavenly Palace and killed the Emperor of Heaven.

An army that survives defeat even if 30% of its troops are killed can be called elite!
The defeat is obvious. How can we expect to fight back by relying on these wandering knights who often violate Qin laws?

The guards fought back.

With Pengfei's courage and bravery, he can become a real guard!
At the beginning of the attack, Pengfei followed the order of his lord and ordered the three thousand retainers under his lord to wear the armor of the guards and surround the guards to fight forward.

The vanguard of the army is the retainers, the central army is the guards, and the rear army is the retainers.

It is highly unlikely that we will be able to lead these guards in rebellion directly. We must leave these guards with no way out!
When the retainers who completely obeyed Lu Buwei's orders came into close combat with the imperial guards, the conspiracy of treason had already been committed.

The imperial guards can't tell which is the real guard and which is the fake guard. When the matter is settled later, anyone standing here will be considered a traitor! They will all die!
Pengfei didn't expect that Zhang Jie actually recognized the fake guard and was so bold as to use a small number of people to fight against a large number of people.

Unexpectedly, the fake guard was followed by a real guard. Pengfei did not shout this to the defeated fake guard but to the real guard who was in a uncertain mind.

The offensive of the imperial army, like a tiger descending from a mountain, gradually weakened. The guards, who had nowhere to retreat, exerted the true power of their armor, fighting formation against formation!
The two armies fought and the battlefield was deadlocked.

Zhang Jie didn't know what was wrong, but he knew he couldn't let the situation develop.

He raised his sword again, pierced a rebel's throat with a flash of cold light, and gave the order:
"Defend! Hold on! Never retreat!"

The number of imperial guards is at a disadvantage, being half the number of the rebels.

Once you are unable to use your strength to overwhelm the enemy and pursue your victory, your disadvantages will continue to magnify and it will be harder to defend than to attack.

However, the imperial guards who took the initiative to attack had given up the convenience of defense and were driving the rebels to fight. At this moment, the two armies were in a stalemate, and if they wanted to form a defensive formation, it would depend on whether the guards would give way.

Of course the guards would not give in and pursued them relentlessly, so that the imperial guards in the front row could not change their formation.

The front row of imperial guards were almost all killed or wounded.

The guards advanced and ran into the Imperial Guards who had hastily formed a defensive formation at the cost of their lives.

Chapter took the lead and fought back with gritted teeth.

A guard stabbed Zhang Zhang's left cheek with a Qin sword.

Zhang Jie blocked the attack by leaning sideways, then chopped off the man's head with a backhanded sword.

The blood splattered on Zhang Jie's face, warm, fishy and salty.

[Finally held on...] The chapter in the fight breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, the guards dispersed to both sides like the tide, keeping their steps steady.

The sound of horse hooves rang out, and Zhang Jie's face changed drastically.

He saw that at the end of the road that the guards had separated was a chariot galloping forward!

There are three people on the chariot, the driver in the middle, the left charioteer and the right charioteer. This is the most standard charioteer configuration.

The driver is responsible for steering the chariot, the left side of the chariot is usually responsible for long-range attacks, and the right side of the chariot is responsible for close combat.

"Pengfei! I'm here to help you!" The man on the chariot roared. His name was Quan Ya, and he was also one of the Nine Lords.

The four-horse chariot rumbled forward and crashed into the imperial army's formation, destroying it in one fell swoop.

Anyone who stands in the way will have his bones broken and flesh and blood flying everywhere!
A gap was created and guards rushed in.

Not long after, the imperial army's battle formation was broken.

This extremely brave chapter made me feel powerless.

With chariots, defending is seeking death.

The only way to survive is to attack, only attack!
When the soldiers of both sides were entangled and unable to separate, the chariots could not take advantage of the ramming effect.

But wasn't it because he was at a numerical disadvantage in the offensive that Zhang ordered the formation of a defensive formation?

In the end, you will die in a confrontation, just a little later.

"Kill!" Chapter chooses to die late and wait for a turnaround.

"kill!"

The imperial guards rushed forward madly, and with hatred in their eyes, they killed the three people in the chariot first.

Among the nine princes, Quan Ya has the highest martial arts skills.

He killed seven people in a row, and when the blade of his sword was almost bent, he was about to kill again.

A member of the imperial guards was beheaded by Qin Jian.

Before the Overlord was born, personal bravery was useless on the battlefield.

"Fang!" Pengfei roared and screamed.

He rushed forward with all his might and was nearly killed.

He had no choice but to give up fighting for Canine Tooth's corpse, and with red eyes, red face, and red body, he charged towards the imperial guards.

In the narrow streets, the imperial guards were crowded together and engaged in close combat.

Some were pressed against the wall, their throats slit with daggers.

Some people were pushed to the ground and trampled to death in an instant.

A small figure and a man in white rushed into the battlefield, killing several enemies.

The little figure's shout was sharper than that of an adult:
"This Lord Chang'an! Kill!"

Upon hearing the news, the morale of the imperial army was boosted. Your Excellency is going to die, how could we not die with him?
Zhang Jie felt a little relieved, as he had finally waited for a turning point.

But this turning point is too small. It can only delay the time of defeat a little, maybe for a hundred breaths?
The thought was fleeting, and at such a tense moment, any distraction would mean death.

I don't know how long the fight lasted, but Zhang Jie was exhausted and felt desperate.

He didn't know if it was an hallucination, but he actually heard a burst of orderly footsteps coming from a distance!
"It's reinforcements!" he roared.

Their bodies had long reached their limit, but the spirits of the imperial guards who fought with their willpower were revived.

The rebels also heard it and attacked even more frantically.

"Kill!" Pengfei roared with a hoarse voice.

Chapter knows that they must hold on at this moment, no matter whether reinforcements are coming or not...

He took a deep breath and pointed his sword forward.

"Kill!" The voice was equally hoarse.

The two armies are interdependent.

They fought and killed each other in the narrow streets.

Swords flashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere...

(End of this chapter)