"Cough cough cough cough cough!"

At a glance, Zhang Liang, who was Ying Chengyu, was seen squatting on the ground, as if he wanted to cough out his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

With her five fingers gripping the sand on the ground, the beautiful man frowned and closed his eyes, his heart filled with gloom and no hope.

He had long thought about the possibility of Qin's reinforcements, but he never asked Han Xin how to solve it because there was no solution. From beginning to end, their chance of winning was only based on the situation of only 10,000 Qin troops.

This feeling of placing your victory or defeat on others and having no control over yourself is exactly the same as the feeling a year ago...

“Long time no see Zifang!”

Ying Chengyu looked excited, opened his arms like a hug, and was about to rush over.

The doctor Ling Yuenu, who had been accompanying the horse, and was very inconspicuous in the light of the second emperor, and the imperial physician Ling Xia Wu were both lying in front of Ying Chengyu.

Ying Chengyu is not afraid of anything because of his high martial arts skills, but the two of them don't think so.

At such a close distance, thousands or hundreds of Qi troops whose aura has not dissipated are watching eagerly. In such a dangerous situation, Your Majesty must not be put in danger!

No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you can't fight against an organized army. A master of martial arts is only a master of martial arts.

Ying Chengyu had no choice but to stop talking, and glanced at Yue Nu with a resentful look. His enthusiasm did not diminish, and he waved his hand to greet Zhang Liang.

"Zifang! I'm Ying Chengyu! We've met before! I said I wanted to steal Korea from you, do you remember?"

"Cough cough cough cough!"

Han Xin patted the back of Zhang Liang, who suddenly started coughing violently. If he hadn't seen the undisguised hatred in Zhang Liang's eyes, he would have thought that Zhang Liang was a stranger.

[The King of Qin is too familiar with the ovary... It’s just a matter of a few seconds. If the King of Qin had come a little later, the battle would have been won!]

Seeing Han Xin helping Zhang Liang, Ying Chengxuan knew in his heart that these two people should be of the same level.

The entire Qi army was covered in blood. Except for their differences in height, shortness, fatness and thinness, they were all the same as if they were carved from the same mold. At this point in the battle, it was impossible to tell who was who.

If Zhang Liang hadn't been lying on the ground coughing, Ying Chengyu wouldn't have recognized him.

[A last-ditch battle...]

He looked Han Xin up and down, but saw nothing but blood.

Ying Chengyu suddenly smiled and said:

"I have long admired the name of Mr. Han Xin."

Han Xin's movements were obviously slightly paused. He had a feeling that he was a stranger. It was clear that he had never interacted with King Qin.

He supported Zhang Liang and raised his head to stare at King Qin.

He has starry eyes and sharp eyebrows, a handsome appearance, and a warm face, like a humble and jade-like young master.

From the king's point of view, it was extremely lacking in majesty.

"King Qin knows about me?"

Han Xin asked, the fact that he entered Qi and was worshiped as a general was not even known to the neighboring Chu and Zhang Chu, so it was spread to Qin?

"of course!"

Ying Chengyu turned his head, widened his eyes, spread his arms to both sides, and almost hit the Qin soldiers beside him.

"Sir, your name has been passed down to the world for a long time. Who in the world doesn't recognize you?"

Han Xin: "..."

He once again thought that he was a stranger, and had a slight suspicion that he had lost his memory.

"King Qin."

Putting his hands on the ground, Zhang Liang gasped for breath, and the raging coughing consciousness was finally blocked for a moment.

He stared at Ying Chengyu coldly.

"Put away your hypocritical enthusiasm. You have been here a long time ago, and those thousands of soldiers have been captured by you!"

Ying Chengyu applauded and praised:

"Zifang has no clue. I was already there when Li Xin was confronting you."

Han Xin clenched his fists and asked as calmly as possible.

"Then why didn't King Qin show up? If King Qin had shown up earlier, I would have done nothing and wouldn't have destroyed the two thousand horses."

Ying Chengyu glanced at Li Xin, glanced at Qin Bing who was looking at him with admiring eyes, and said seriously:

"How can I compete with my soldiers for credit? I'm here just in case."

The eyes of the Qin soldiers who heard this became even brighter. Others said they didn't believe this, but Ying Chengyu said they believed it. This was the king who could save them from committing suicide!

Li Zhenxin, who had stopped crying, looked up at the sky to prevent the tears accumulated in his eyes from flowing out again.

The second emperor glanced at him when he answered.

Some words cannot be announced to the public. The two thousand war horses are strategic materials wherever they are placed.

The second emperor showed up to take command, but the soldiers who attacked and killed were still Li Xin's 10,000 soldiers. How could the military merit be taken away from him?

The delay in showing up was obviously to train him.

The second emperor did not care about his previous confrontation, but had high hopes for him.

Tears still flowed down, and Li Xin swore in silence.
Chapter completed!