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.,A wisp of pale yellow candlelight illuminated the entire carriage. The interior space was not large, accommodating only four or five people. At this moment, three people were huddled together inside: two older women and a baby still in swaddling clothes.,Two days' time had left the two women in the carriage utterly hopeless about the future. Their tears had run dry in these two days, their sobs unceasing, only hoping that their children would suffer a little less hardship in Zhao Country, and only hoping that their own children could survive.。