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The commander of the Arrow Formation had just been killed in the recent battle, and Luzi decided to appoint three new commanders. It was best to leave this matter to the professionals. A single erroneous command could directly lead to the disruption of the Arrow Formation's continuity. If that happened, the consequences would be extremely serious. This was currently their only trump card, and they could not afford to be careless!
The Arrow Formation was now fully assembled, and after a few adjustments, they found their rhythm. With everything in place, the tense atmosphere in the camp eased slightly. Thirty-nine pairs of eyes were fixed on the quiet Camp Gate, while a raging fire burned on the wall just a few meters to the left, threatening to engulf the Camp Gate within half an hour.
In other words, the Zhao Army gathering outside would not wait for the flames to seal off the entrance before launching their assault! Time! The last moments of many soldiers' lives were slowly slipping away in anxious anticipation.
Thick smoke billowed upward, as if the entire camp were ablaze. The towering flames nearly obscured the sun, and the burning wood crackled ominously. Apart from that, the battlefield was eerily silent. Time seemed to stand still; could it be that the Zhao Army outside had retreated?
But that was clearly impossible! After fighting all day without even having breakfast or lunch, wasn’t everything done for the purpose of breaking through this Qin Army Camp?
Luzi's left hand holding the Crossbow felt somewhat damp; was it sweat or melted snow? At this moment, no one paid attention to it; they all stared silently at the Camp Gate. Their steady breathing affected their arms, with the sharpest part of the Crossbow aimed directly at that wooden gate.
Luzi turned to look at Meng Wu, who held a sword in one hand, and then at Li Xin, who had three arrows nocked between his fingers. Taking a deep breath, he focused on the Camp Gate without letting his mind wander. He had always thought that this gate was quite old, but it now appeared to be made of new wood.
"Listen inside! You are surrounded! With the walls gone, you are no longer safe! Continuing to resist is meaningless..."
Hearing the loud voice from outside breaking the silence with an offer of surrender, Luzi glanced at his thirty-nine warriors who remained unfazed and shook his head with a smile. Surrender? There was no such word in any of the classics he had read since childhood! If you don’t believe it, you can check!
The loud voice from the Zhao Army continued outside. "Our General Lian Po is not your Bai Qi! As long as you are willing to surrender, we will treat you well as prisoners! If you do not wish to return home from now on, we will provide you with land and residence! If you bring out your general's head, we will grant you titles of nobility!"
Li Xin spat on the ground. "Pah! Who would have thought our little yam is worth so much! If we voluntarily go out to surrender, can we really get a title of nobility?"
What time was it? How could anyone still have time for jokes? If they truly surrendered and went out, they would just be meat on someone else's chopping block. They could cut it however they wanted; who would give them a chance to ask for this or that? Meng Wu turned to look at Li Xin, who was still rambling on, shook his head without saying anything further.
Luzi turned to look at the scattered warhorses in the courtyard and suddenly spoke to the soldiers, "If anyone wants to leave, hurry and mount your horses to depart. If you choose to stay, you may never return."
The thirty-seven soldiers exchanged glances, staring at the raging fire without saying a word. In that fire! There are my brothers! There are my comrades! They have already died for the Qin State on the battlefield; why can't we do the same?
"General! We must avenge our fallen brothers!"
"Yes! We will take revenge!"
As brave shouts echoed, the fierce battle spirit soared to the skies. Named or unnamed, from now on they would fight solely for their beliefs!
Time passed second by second, and the final surrender deadline set by the Zhao Army had arrived. The crossbows that had been lowered were raised once more, aiming at the Camp Gate sixty meters away.
With a thunderous sound, a massive impact echoed from the gate. Water splashed everywhere, and a five-colored rainbow appeared amidst the mist. It seemed like a bridge connecting the divide between heaven and earth.
"Brothers are watching us from that bridge! Are you all ready!?"
With the commanding voice of the newly appointed commander Chen Youliang ringing out, the soldiers who were already prepared responded loudly in unison: "Yes!"
The sturdy wooden door was immediately shattered into pieces, and the Zhao Army, discarding their long stakes, surged into the gate. "Kill them!"
As more and more people shouted and rushed in, the Qin Army's defensive formation remained eerily quiet. Just as the vanguard of the Zhao Army was about to spread out...
"First row fire! Second row fire! Reload!"
Camp Gate appeared narrow despite its wide opening, as arrows continuously flew through the air, piercing the front line of defenders. The powerful force generated by the Bowstring did not cease, almost sending bodies tumbling backward.
The whistling arrows filled the air like a rainstorm, halting the strong offensive of the Zhao Army. The number of those struck down increased, forming a wall of bodies inside Camp Gate.
A brave Zhao Army Soldier who rushed out barely revealed his upper body before being knocked down by an arrow. Occasionally, one or two Soldiers would charge down the slope, only to be pushed back into the pile of corpses by a single arrow. This was no longer a battlefield; it had turned into a large-scale blood sacrifice. The sacrifices were no longer animals but rather people who had just moments ago been alive and well.
Li Xin shot down a Soldier who had rolled off the pile of bodies and reached for his quiver, only to find it empty. Just as he was about to look for arrows, he noticed a full quiver being handed to him. He drew an arrow and placed it on his bow, only to realize it was Meng Wu, who was holding the quiver with one hand. Gratefully nodding in thanks, he suddenly noticed that Luzi was missing.
The earlier arrow defense had proven effective; Luzi no longer wanted to witness this merciless slaughter. Turning away from the scene, he walked over to a scorched sack and pulled out some roasted soybeans, slowly chewing them one by one. The crunching sound filled his ears, helping to drown out the cries coming from the direction of Camp Gate.
If the past had been a battlefield without bloodshed, this moment was an endless massacre filled with blood and gore. Even though he had long been accustomed to life and death, his mind was still undergoing a tremendous test. The victims from before were all heinous individuals. But what crimes did the Soldiers across from him commit!?
At that moment, he suddenly recalled some words spoken by Wang Jian on that snowy night when he left. As Wang Jian was about to mount his horse and depart, he suddenly said, “Luzi! Don’t blame your senior for being blunt; some things kept bottled up for too long are easily forgotten. Ever since you met Chuchu, you’ve changed completely. Sigh! This may not be a good thing! Have you ever thought about why?”
This matter had been troubling Luzi for some time; perhaps it was due to being too close to see clearly. However, none of his brothers had ever articulated where the crux of the issue lay. Hearing these words now, they eagerly expressed their willingness to listen attentively.
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