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.,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.,"My poor Qing'er, you haven't even weaned yet, and now you must go to meet our ancestors with me!"。