The Great Qin Empire---Qin Li

This was a trap. Zhou Shi understood it when he led the charge. Those so-called "civilians" actually lined up to resist in an orderly manner after being attacked. Zhou Shi was very familiar with that well-organized and flawed formation.

"Where did so many Qin soldiers come from in Huyou Township?"

But he quickly realized that when he left Huyou Township, the civilians were indeed civilians, but when he arrived in Waihuang, the civilians were replaced by Qin soldiers! Moreover, the carriages were not necessarily filled with food, but also with weapons and crossbowmen!

As the black-faced Qin official whistled, a Qin soldier appeared in almost every one of the dozens of carriages in the entire convoy, holding a crossbow and shooting at the Qingxia who rushed out of the forest.

Zhou Shi luckily escaped the concentrated shooting, but he found that several of his men had fallen to the ground on his left and right, some screaming and groaning, and some instantly lost their breath...

He stood up, he shouted, waved his hands, but he was not shouting to charge, but asking everyone to turn around and evacuate quickly!

However, in this chaotic scene, Zhou Shi's orders could not be conveyed in time. Those brave and fierce rangers seemed to have no idea what was happening in front of them. They still screamed and rushed forward to die.

At the other end of the forest, Zhou Shi's confidants also came out with fifty people.

But what greeted them was a row of Qin soldiers who had already lined up in a team. Everyone raised the spears on the car, reflecting the dazzling light in the sun...

As early as in the war many years ago, Zhou Shi understood that with the same number of people, there was no chance of winning with a mob against the battle-hardened Qin soldiers. But across the Qin caravan, Zhou Shi could only watch as the fifty people were surrounded by spears and harvested their lives.

Fortunately, they also bought time for the people on the other side to retreat.

But the Qin people soon caught up with them. The black-faced Qin official who blew the copper whistle held a sword, led the Qin people dressed as civilians holding shields in front, and the Qin crossbowmen on the chariots held crossbows in the back, biting the Wei people tightly and not letting them get away smoothly.

So Zhou Shi could only lead the remaining dozens of people to fight and retreat in the woods.

After the battle, Zhou Shi caught a glimpse of Chen Yu's figure, but unfortunately he had his back to him.

This scholar boasted loudly, but when it came to the life-and-death battle, he hesitated and finally gritted his teeth, left his nephew, Qingxia, and Zhou Shi who had struggled to stay behind, and ran into the woods with a few rangers.

"Sure enough, these scholars cannot be trusted..."

Zhou Shi asked for help in vain, sighed in his heart, but his hands did not slow down at all. A Qin man disguised as a civilian rushed towards him with a short sword. Zhou Shi gently pushed away the sharp blade and stabbed the other's neck with a sword, pouring hot blood on his face.

The sword, this is the "toy" he has been waving since he was sensible, and it is also Zhou Shi's most familiar partner for many years.

It was his father who put the sword in his hand.

For many years, the image of his father was a little vague in Zhou Shi's mind, but he still remembered that his father told him the history of Wuzu by the fire pit at home...

This professional soldier founded by General Wu Qi was once the pride of Wei State.

"General Wu led 70,000 soldiers and no one in the world could stop him. At that time, the Qin army did not dare to step into Hexi for 20 years!"

"And among those 70,000 soldiers, 50,000 were Wei Wuzu!"

I don't know since when, Zhou Shi's family has been Wuzu for generations. They have fields and houses provided by Wei State, and they have servants and concubines to farm and graze for them. The men of the Zhou family have only one task since birth: to be Wuzu and fight for Wei State!

But if you want to be a Wuzu, you must undergo strict assessment.

When Zhou Shi was 17 years old, he participated in the Wuzu martial arts performance outside Daliang. According to tradition, he and his companions put on triple armor, held a spear and a sword, carried a crossbow on their backs, and carried 50 crossbow arrows in their arrow bags. They also had to carry three days of rations. Starting from Daliang, they had to walk to the river a hundred miles away in half a day!

Carrying heavy objects, jogging all the way, panting, but Zhou Shi still drank the slightly turbid water of the river when the sun was about to fall.

He was like Kuafu chasing the sun, lying by the river and drinking for half a minute, and the second person arrived at the finish line.

Undoubtedly, Zhou Shi, who performed well, became a proud Wu Zu, but he was surprised to find that those companions who did not meet the standards also became Wu Zu.

There was no way. The State of Wei was weak and no longer qualified to be picky. As long as they were Wu Zu's children, as long as they were not too bad, they could inherit the positions of their fathers and grandfathers.

Looking around, there were only more than a hundred Wu Zu that year, and only a few thousand of the former 50,000 strong army were left.

Before Zhou Shi told his father the good news, he learned that his father had died in the battle of Ji with Qin!

Even the body was not transported back, and as for the head, it was probably chopped off by the Qin people and taken back to ask for merit.

So far, three generations of the Zhou family have died at the hands of the Qin people. It was also from that year that the young Zhou Shi inherited the blood feud between the family and Qin!

It was probably that year, after burying his father's tomb, Zhou Shi glimpsed his own fate.

Unlike most people, Wu Zu would not die in bed, in the cries of his wives, concubines and children, but would die on the battlefield, wrapped in horsehide...

His Wu Zu predecessors, several generations in total, probably numbered more than 100,000, and most of them died in one defeat after another: died in Shimen, died in Anyi, died in Guiling, died in Maling, died in Yique, died in Huayang, died in Liangyou...

The place where Wu Zu died was getting closer and closer to Daliang, and the national strength of Wei was getting further and further away from revival and glory.

"Where will I die?" Zhou Shi thought.

"In this forest?"

...

The stinging pain of the wounds on his body brought Zhou Shi, who was tired of fighting, back to his senses. He looked around and saw that there were only a few people who were still holding on, and the rest had either died or fled.

The Qin people who were chasing them still surrounded them from all directions.

Zhou Shi had been fighting and retreating in this forest for half an hour. He had more and more wounds on his body. Although they were not fatal, the continuous bleeding made him tired and weak, and the sword in his hand became heavier and heavier.

But the terrain of this dense forest was favorable to them. The Qin people's crossbows could not keep up in time. In a narrow place, it was easy to cause a one-on-one situation. At this time, it was a narrow road where the brave won!

Zhou Shi picked up his sword again and strode forward. He shouted loudly, encouraging his companions to turn around and fight. Anyway, they couldn't run away, so it was better to take a few more Qin people to the underworld!

Before the war was limited to the eye gap, Zhou Shi had superb martial arts and would never lose in a one-on-one. He faced three people in succession. He killed them all, and his long sword stirred up a bloody storm, and his arms turned red all the way to the elbow.

"Wei Wuzu!"

When the battle was at its peak, Zhou Shi seemed to be drunk. He raised his broken blade and shouted the slogan of the past. The sword full of gaps was also shining with blood under the midday sun. He seemed to have returned to the battlefield against the Qin army many years ago. His companions in armor and spears were forming a square formation to resist the attack of the Qin army.

Wuzu will not die, and the battle will not stop!

However, when he knocked down the last Qin man in front of him and shouted happily, he looked around and was shocked to find that the number of Qin people had not decreased, but his own people were slowly being harvested and killed!

The 14-year-old boy who had been lying behind Zhou Shi before the ambush, holding the spear tightly, and was so scared that he almost cried out, was tripped and fell to the ground while running away. Three Qin soldiers surrounded him and raised and fell with swords...

A fellow Wuzu who had followed Zhou Shi since Yangwu took advantage of the narrow terrain of the forest to fight with two Qin soldiers. He was trying to give the Qin soldier who was chopped down by him a sword, but was pierced in the belly by a spear...

And the loud-mouthed Huang Qingxia who was brought by Chen Yu and joined them, cursed loudly and stabbed a Qin soldier to death on a tree, but was hit on the head by a long pole behind him. Blood flowed down his face, and he fell to his knees on the ground, no longer breathing...

Zhou Shi also saw the black-faced Qin soldier who escorted the grain cart and planned the ambush. He had been away from the front line of the battle and only led his small team through the forest. They supported each one-on-one battle in an orderly manner. After defeating the Wei people with more people, they gave those who could still stand up a clean death.

Zhou Shi was angry. He tried to rush over to help his companions, but he didn't expect a crossbow arrow from a distance to shoot through his thigh!

He fell to the ground with a bang, and his eyes went black. When he opened his eyes again, there were only dead people around him.

The footsteps were slowly approaching. It was the Qin people. They were surrounding Zhou Shi, but they were all cautious, because Zhou Shi was able to kill six people while fighting and retreating. He was not a simple person.

The severe pain from his legs made Zhou Shi grit his teeth, but he still supported the sword and stood up.

"It seems that this is where I will be buried."

Zhou Shi's yellow beard was covered with blood and mud, and he smiled bitterly.

Wuzu square formation, invincible in the world!

If there were comrades, Zhou Shi would be fearless.

But they all died in battle and disappeared one by one. More than ten years later, Zhou Shi looked around blankly and realized.

He was the last remaining Wuzu...

The more than ten Qin people in front of him were not arrogant enough to duel with Zhou Shi. Under the shouting of the black-faced Qin official, three crossbowmen stood up and slowly raised their crossbows at Zhou Shi, who could no longer move a step, ten steps away...

Zhou Shi knew that he would die one day, and he was not afraid of death. The Confucian scholar Chen Yu was right. Those who eat the food should not avoid the difficulties. Although Zhou Shi had never been treated as a guest of the princes of Wei and a guest of the princes in his life, he was a Wuzu. This background destined him to be with Wei from beginning to end and live and die together.

In the two months of struggle, Zhou Shi asked himself that he had lived up to the grace of the Wei Kingdom for generations, although he failed to drive the Qin people out of Wei and failed to save Wei with his own meager strength.

But he had nothing to regret, at least he had killed no less than ten Qin people, enough.

The black-faced Qin official raised his hand high, ready to order the arrows to be shot at any time, and the crossbowmen had already wound up the strings, ready to pull the hanging knife at any time.

"Chen Yu said that Zilu was a Confucian scholar, and he believed that a gentleman should not take off his hat even after death."

The Qin official waved his hand expressionlessly!

"I am a Wuzu, even if I die, I must maintain the dignity of a Wuzu."

The crossbowman pulled the hanging knife, and those whistling crossbow arrows were getting closer and closer in Zhou Shi's eyes, but he laughed out loud!

"As a Wuzu, it is an honor to die in battle, and you should smile at the axe and be happy with it!"

His thoughts stopped abruptly, and the sound of puffs continued to sound, and several crossbow arrows shot through Zhou Shi's chest and abdomen, taking his life.

At the last moment of his life, this old soldier of Wuzu still had his eyes wide open, leaning against a tree, leaning on his sword with both hands, standing straight, and not falling down even though he died.

Heifu walked forward and bowed to Zhou Shi's body. This bow was so heavy that his hands almost touched the ground. The Qin soldiers behind him also stood in awe, put away their weapons, and bowed together.

Then, Heifu raised his sword, said sorry, and cut off Zhou Shi's head without hesitation!

Zhou Shi, this old soldier of Wuzu who should have led his troops to the north to recover Wei land and finally restored Daliang and realized his dream of restoring the country more than ten years later under the order of King Chen.

In this historical time and space, he died in an unknown forest in Waihuang County, beheaded by a Qin official named Heifu who was not well-known among the princes...

There is no more Wei Wuzu in this world!