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In the deep night of Old Horse Ridge, a bone-chilling cold had completely frozen the earth into a solid mass. Even when the wind blew, the treetops above showed no signs of swaying. It resembled an old, yellowed painting, preserved through the ages.
A squad from the Qin Army's Sentinel unit trudged through the thick snow, bringing a hint of life to this desolate place. The scene became lively, dispelling the heavy atmosphere that had settled over the area.
For this squad, their primary concern was not whether the moment felt lively or heavy, but rather that they could complete this round and return to sleep. Everyone understood that if they did not rest well, they would surely lack energy the next day. However, at this moment, their mission was of utmost importance; ten pairs of eyes were wide open as they walked and observed everything around them.
The sharp snowflakes stung their faces like needles but did not dampen the enthusiasm of this Patrol Team stationed outside the camp. At the foot of Old Horse Ridge, only excitement remained for the battle they would face tomorrow.
For safety reasons, Meng Wu divided the Patrol Team responsible for the same direction into two groups. Each group would patrol in opposite directions along their designated routes before turning back. The patrol mode involved one squad departing from the left gate of the camp to rest briefly at the right gate while another squad simultaneously left from the right gate to rest at the left gate. This back-and-forth rotation aimed to ensure maximum security around the camp.
This meant that regardless of which gate a patrol squad started from, they would inevitably encounter another team midway. This arrangement guaranteed that if one patrol group was ambushed by enemy forces, another group would still be able to detect the threat and alert headquarters in time.
The white ridges and white vegetation made it possible to see a short distance in what should have been pitch darkness. As everyone pondered about encountering enemy forces at the mountain peak tomorrow, they suddenly spotted a group emerging from a shadowy figure across from them.
Unlike last time, this encounter seemed to occur slightly earlier than expected. However, it didn't matter; perhaps they were just eager to switch shifts and return to sleep. After all, it was deep night, right at the transition between hours.
As the two groups passed each other, they greeted one another with silent gestures. To maintain silence and discretion, no one spoke; they simply waved their hands in acknowledgment. Just as the two squads were about to part ways, someone noticed something was off with the situation across from them.
During their last meeting, an older brother had come over to hand him a bun. But where was everyone this time? He remembered that just moments ago there had been no signs of illness or distress; everyone had seemed lively and energetic—how could they have suddenly been replaced?
No! This matter needed clarification for peace of mind!
Determined, the soldier at the end of the Qin Army Patrol Team reached out and grabbed hold of the last person in the opposing Patrol Team. He quietly inquired, "Excuse me, brother, is there anything wrong with Li Chengshi?"
Hearing this, the person opposite was also taken aback. Unsure if they understood correctly, they casually asked, "What is dishonest?"
At that time, there was no widespread use of Mandarin. Each group of Soldiers spoke their own dialects, without a unified pronunciation. Furthermore, due to the different regions of each country, the distinctions in language pronunciation were quite evident.
Residents of the Qin State spoke almost without any final sounds, making their speech sound abrupt and straightforward. In contrast, people from the northern mainland spoke with a bit more roundness and finality. The people from the southern Chu State had a particularly distinctive way of speaking that sounded quite delicate. As for those further south, it was even harder to say, as it was nearly impossible to understand what they were saying!
The two Soldiers engaged in conversation spoke almost simultaneously, and their accents left them momentarily stunned.
"Zhao People!?"
"Qin People!?"
"Enemy troops spotted!"
As they shouted warnings, they waved their Short Spears and clashed with each other.
With the alarm ringing and the sound of metal clashing echoing, two Patrol Teams quickly switched from rear to front and hurried back to the scene. The Officers leading both sides were worried that misunderstandings might arise due to the darkness, and while shouting to stop, they were all left dumbfounded.
The accents were wrong... they were indeed enemy troops!
Thus, they all drew their weapons and joined the fray. The Qin Army was known for its bravery in individual combat, but at this moment, they realized that their opponents were equally fierce. After fighting fiercely for a long time, neither side gained an advantage.
But that didn't matter; after all, there was still a large force behind them! So each side sent someone back to the main camp to blow the horn for reinforcements. With darkness falling and visibility low, arrows could not be used, forcing them into close combat. The remaining dozen or so did not question whose territory this was and once again plunged into battle in the dark.
Riding on horseback, Li Xin led over thirty Soldiers and arrived first. Due to the pitch-black surroundings making it hard to see, he could only follow the sounds to find his way. Realizing he couldn't utilize his strengths in this situation, he drew his Bronze Longsword and was the first to charge into the fray. After running around for a while without striking anyone, he found it impossible to discern who among the shadows was an enemy.
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Cursing under his breath, he jumped off his warhorse and rushed in on foot. He grabbed a shadow in front of him and held his sword against the opponent's neck, asking which country they were from, only to hear the reply that they were one of their own! After grabbing two more who also claimed to be their own, he couldn't help but feel furious and shouted, "Everyone, stop!"
In the dead of night, the Zhao Army Sentinel was troubled, unable to identify who among them was the Qin Army general. Suddenly, upon hearing a shadow with a Qin State accent, they felt as if they had found a treasure. Without responding, they abandoned their opponents and pounced towards Li Xin.
Seeing their general in danger, the Qin Army rushed in recklessly to follow. They could not allow the enemy to harm their general; that would be a matter of Military Law. If anything happened to the general, their dreams of promotion and wealth would turn into nightmares.
With the arrival of Soldiers led by Li Xin, the Zhao Army was clearly at its wits' end. They had initially planned to fight to the death to seriously injure the Qin Army general but suddenly realized they had fallen into the opponent's encirclement. Just at this Critical Moment, a group of reinforcements rushed down from the mountain. They held up Torches, quickly surrounding dozens of Qin Army soldiers at the core.
The previously encircled Zhao Army Sentinel had prepared for a final desperate struggle. Upon seeing their reinforcements arrive, they immediately began to cheer loudly. "Inside and outside working together! Inside and outside working together!"
Thanks to the illumination from the torches, visibility improved significantly compared to moments before when it was pitch black. Li Xin looked around at the circle of people surrounding him; they were all reinforcements from the Zhao Army. Over a hundred reinforcements from Zhao did not immediately launch an attack but instead raised their Crossbows, aiming at the Qin Army Soldiers within the encirclement.
"I am Zhao General An Youchen! Qin Barbarians! As long as you lay down your weapons and surrender, I can spare your lives!"
Li Xin narrowed his eyes at that proud figure sitting on horseback and spat heavily on the ground. "I say to that one called An Something! When have you ever heard of a disciple of my Qin Family surrendering?"
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