This year, the Zhao nation still hadn't recovered from the grief of the Battle of Changping and the Battle of Handan. A good hand had been completely messed up, and from then on, the Zhao nation was no longer able to single-handedly oppose Qin, gradually declining in power.,At this point, Zhou Qing felt a chill run down his spine. His small body involuntarily staggered. He had just arrived in this world and, after figuring out the situation, thought he would become a carefree wastrel who lived off others.,In the blink of an eye, just as nightfall descended completely, and as the carriages rumbled into the barren lands of Shangdang, a series of piercing air-splitting sounds reverberated through the void. Followed by heart-wrenching screams, the clash of weapons echoed incessantly.。