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After receiving the next set of action instructions, the five Night Stalkers immediately prepared to rush back overnight. Most importantly, the target had not yet appeared, and they could not afford to waste too much time. As long as Feng Zhiyuan showed up and they could capture him alive, it would be a way to repay Brother for his protection. As for rewards, they dared not think about it. They would be content if there were no penalties; they truly could not harbor any other desires.
After bowing in farewell to the highly esteemed Brother in his heart, the apologetic Sergeant turned back just as he was about to leave. "General! This place is too close to the Zhao Army; it may cause unnecessary trouble. Please allow these four brothers to stay by your side for support."
It was rare to have some peace and quiet; what was the point of keeping someone around?
Moreover, regarding martial prowess, that only applied when fighting alone. When facing the large formations of the Outside army, no matter how skilled one was, it would be ineffective. If the Cavalry charged in, one would still need to hire a tailor afterward!
Luzi immediately expressed his understanding and agreed to their protection. After all, the current mission was to capture Feng Zhiyuan and avenge the Crown Prince. If there were extra hands available, it would be better to focus on key points. As long as they could clarify this major issue, it was better than anything else! Their elder was eagerly waiting for them to break through!
The black-clad Sergeant nodded heavily in acknowledgment, deeply bowed, and then led his team away.
Luzi did not intend to see anyone off because these individuals never used doors. It seemed to be a habit since using the front door felt too lowly. Indeed, when he opened the door afterward, the courtyard was already empty. Stepping into the yard, he was met with a face full of snow.
Could it even finish snowing?
At this moment in Gao Ping County, Sun Thirteen stood in his courtyard, completely covered in thick goose-feather snow, looking like a snowman with his head held high. Helplessly gazing at the white sky, he tried to calm his heart but found it futile.
On the front lines were Luzi and his brothers. Yet here he was, hiding far behind and only sighing in frustration; how could his heart find peace!?
Regardless of where his thoughts should go, he did not urge Left Chancellor Wang He. He also could not go alone because he had a responsibility to guide others; thus, he could not leave without notice. With this unexpected heavy snowfall arriving, it likely covered all the signs along the way. If he let the main force go on their own, they might easily get lost.
Reinforcements were as urgent as fire! If they waited until spring to reach the mountains, what would become of those who remained steadfast at the summit?
Meng Wu finished his watch and stood on the wooden fortifications, hands tucked in his pockets, gazing at the lights of Shanxia. At the foot of Old Horse Ridge, in the Zhao Army camp, everyone except for the patrolling soldiers had already fallen asleep.
The northern sky was filled with crescent moons and stars, while the southern sky was overcast with dark clouds. The Qin Army camp happened to be right on the edge of this dividing line—how miraculous!
Sigh! Once this battle is over, if I survive, I will go guard the borders. Wherever I, Meng Wu, appear, heaven has always shown me favor. Since Meng Wu has sinned against Heavenly Will, let the punishment fall solely on me! Why drag others into it!?
“General Meng!”
As a patrol team passed by, Meng Wu, who had been holding a stone in his hand, was pulled back to reality and quickly hid it behind him, nodding in acknowledgment. After the Patrol Team left, he tossed the stone aside and walked toward the Main Tent...
The next morning, before the sun had risen, Li Xin's loud calls echoed through the camp. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Meng Wu stepped out of the Main Tent and was about to ask what was happening when he suddenly noticed an exhilarating miracle.
Perhaps last night's anger or threats finally moved Heavenly Will; the entire sky shed its night colors and revealed a true azure blue. Fluffy white clouds stretched gracefully in the wind, allowing the earth to fully experience this pure beauty.
The snow has stopped! The snow has stopped!
Meng Wu took a deep breath and opened his arms to embrace the sky that felt so distant. The wind blowing felt less cold now, as if it carried a warmth reminiscent of long-lost spring.
Just as the people in the Qin Army camp began to feel a hint of warmth, they were jolted awake by the booming sound of war drums coming from Shanxia. Forgetting about breakfast, they hurriedly grabbed their weapons and rushed to their defensive positions around the camp.
Spring had arrived, but the traces left by winter had not diminished at all. As the sun peeked over the horizon, a layer of silver light covered the snow on the slopes below. With the invigorating sound of war drums, the Zhao Army began to surge up the mountain like a swarm of fish suddenly appearing on a lake's surface.
Seeing the fish-like backs rolling on the surface of the water, Li Xin's hands trembled with excitement. Stealing a glance to ensure no one was watching, he cursed himself for being so unaccomplished! His lifelong wish was to lead hundreds of thousands of Soldiers into battle, yet here he was, getting overly excited just at the sight of a few hundred! If this number were converted, it would indeed mean leading One Hundred Thousand; wouldn't that just make him choke on the spot!?
In truth, he couldn't be blamed for this reaction; anyone experiencing their first battle would exhibit similar behavior. It wasn't fear but rather an overwhelming surge of excitement that caused his heart to race. As his blood pressure rose, his unexercised body passively bore the pressure. The resulting tremors were merely a way to release that pent-up energy, which was unavoidable.
There were two ways to resolve this situation. The first was to find a way to shift his focus, which could help normalize his heartbeat; the second method was to engage in physical activity, allowing his muscle tissues to release that pressure and return to normal.
Such a scenario would never occur with Veterans, as they had long since become accustomed to these situations and did not experience accelerated heart rates. What was there to be concerned about? They were just rookies!
Li Xin employed the techniques he had learned to steady his heartbeat. When he looked up again, he noticed that the Zhao Army was now less than four Qin Yins (one Yin equals approximately 27.7 meters) away from the camp. Feeling the confidence of victory emanating from his family heirloom bow in hand, he believed three Yins would guarantee a hit!
The Qin State Soldiers, already arranged in three rows and prepared for battle, did not care about the effective range of arrows within three Yins because the Crossbows they held had ranges well beyond that. (To avoid excessive rigor, I will no longer use Qin units such as Yin and will continue with more commonly understood units: meters. Please forgive me!) As soon as the enemy entered within 130 meters, they launched their attack.
"First row aim! Second row load arrows! Third row prepare! Fire! Switch! First row! Fire!... Second row! Fire!...”
With each shooting command issued, the buzzing sound of Bowstrings from the Qin Army camp completely drowned out the booming War Drums from below the mountain. The arrows whistled through the air, replacing everyone's worries, anxieties, helplessness, and fears with images of soaring birds leaping into the blue sky. At their peak, they completed a beautiful arc before diving toward the earth.
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