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On the cleared battlefield, only two contestants remained, while the onlookers had retreated to a safe distance. Was there still a need to cheer for the competitors? Of course, any support within reason was best. The mighty Zhao Army had brought out their War Drum, intending to overwhelm the Qin Army, which at that moment seemed unaware of its surroundings.
The Qin Army's Communication Camp had come with the intention of conducting a secret operation; how could they possibly bring such noisy military equipment? With no other options, the soldiers decided to find a table that could make some noise and use it as a drum.
Mounted on his horse, Zhao General Must Be disdainfully glanced at Wang Jian standing opposite him. Shouldn't a Qin General have a mount? How could he be a foot soldier? Was the Qin State in the Wilderness so impoverished that even their generals were not provided with warhorses?
It was understandable why Zhao General was puzzled; in those times, everything depended on one's status. Even in battle, rank mattered. A general would naturally not speak down to another general. However, if the opponent held a lower rank, even generals would look down upon them. If one were to attack without understanding the situation, winning would only turn into a joke.
"Is that you, Qin General? State your official position and name!"
Wang Jian looked down at his Short Spear and thrust it into the ground. "I am Wang Jian! I am a Centurion! From the Qin Army's Cavalry Communication Camp!"
Upon hearing the opponent's official position, Must Be nodded in acknowledgment. As long as you held a rank, that was sufficient! Moving forward to engage would not be seen as losing face. "I am Must Be! Riding General! Commanding the Zhao Army's Charioteer First Division!"
Upon hearing Zhao General state his unit, Wang Jian immediately understood why he was struggling so much. It turned out he was facing the most elite troops of the Zhao Army. It seemed that the traitor Rise Up had spoken truthfully; Zhao Kuo was putting in such great effort to obtain the Qin Army's Military Map! How unfortunate! It had already been burned!
Zhao General Xu You did not intend to wait for anyone to respond; since he was facing a genuine Qin Army general, he should have a warhorse. Cavalry defeating infantry was not honorable! Moreover, there were so many people watching from outside; winning like this would not be glorious. Perhaps they had lost their horses! No matter! What harm would it do to lend him one?
Determined, Must Be called out loudly: "Wang Jian! Do you wish to fight me on foot? Come quickly and ride over! If I win like this, I imagine you wouldn't accept it even in the afterlife! If you have no horse, choose one from my Military!"
Wang Jian was indeed a representative figure among the rising stars of the Qin Army. Had it not been for his enlightenment and mission in the Northwest, his name would likely have become legendary among all Feudal States by now. Although he couldn't quite compare to Bai Qi, the God of War from Qin State, he was only slightly less renowned.
Wang Jian's Azure Wind Steed was neither injured nor lost; it was currently napping in the courtyard. Hearing Zhao General's offer for him to ride into battle sparked an impulsive thought—why ride at all? Besides, he wasn't wearing heavy armor for defense; there was no need to fight mounted. Gripping his Short Spear across his chest, he declared loudly: "No need for that; let's just fight like this!"
In these times, those who dare to be proud often have short lives! Not acknowledging that the land of the Qin State belongs to the Central Plains, Must Be snorted coldly and suddenly pulled the reins, causing the warhorse's front legs to leap into a beautiful preparatory move. Before anyone could react, the Superior Steed beneath him charged towards the target like a bolt of lightning.
Wang Jian was indeed arrogant, but this so-called arrogance had its limits. If it were the kind of arrogance that was self-righteous, he wouldn't be one of the fierce generals of the Qin State. In battle, what mattered was spirit; one must not be intimidated! While speaking with the Zhao General, he remained cautious and vigilant against unexpected situations. He expected the opponent to give a warning before making a charge, but unexpectedly, they struck first!
In the midst of chaos, instead of retreating, he advanced, stepping forward and twisting his waist to grasp the shaft of the Short Spear, fiercely pulling at the front hooves of the charging warhorse. If this strike landed solidly, the officer on horseback would surely end up face-first in the dirt.
A master does not strike unless necessary; when they do, it is often in a flash. Even so, one must consider who their opponent is. As the commander of the finest cavalry unit in the Zhao Army, Must Be was certainly not someone to be underestimated.
The warhorse was like a general's leg; their coordination in battle could only be described as seamless. The steed following Must Be had also been through countless battles and would instinctively evade when its master could not see. Originally intending to knock the enemy aside, Must Be sensed danger and leaped sharply to avoid Wang Jian's sweeping attack. The movement of the warhorse alerted Must Be that his target had shifted to his right. Xu You, the Zhao General, felt his instincts kick in and swiftly turned his spear to thrust fiercely to the right.
Wang Jian did not plan to unseat anyone with just one move; he raised his spear horizontally after missing his strike. Hearing the sound of wood scraping against wood, he lifted his Short Spear high to deflect the incoming long spear.
At this moment, Must Be had already pinpointed his target's location while noticing Wang Jian's movements. He quickly twisted his left arm and pressed down on the spear shaft to bind his opponent's weapon.
Wang Jian intended to deflect his opponent's long spear and then move towards the horse's tail but suddenly found that his legs felt as if they were filled with lead and could barely lift them. Realizing something was wrong, he flicked his left wrist upward while loosening his grip on the Short Spear to relieve pressure. Then he jumped back swiftly, instantly escaping from his current position.
As they say, an expert can tell skill by just a touch. The two completed these actions in what felt like an eternity but was actually just a blink of an eye. Even spectators watching for entertainment could see the difference between them and began applauding and cheering.
The thunderous sound of drums resonated through the night, waking those who were still awake. "Zhao Army will win! Zhao Army will win!"
The Qin Army cheerleaders were not idle either; Meng Wu immediately ordered his soldiers to bang on tables. Together they shouted: "Qin Army will win! Qin Army will win!"
Wang Jian jumped out at an angle that placed him directly to Must Be's left side, forcing the Zhao General on horseback to adjust his horse's head before launching an attack. Must Be clearly was no novice; instead of turning his horse around like a normal person would, he squeezed with his legs and charged straight ahead. After covering some distance, he finally turned his horse's head to seek out his target.
The cheerleading squad noticed that the General was already prepared, and they immediately paused to avoid distracting him. The moment the drums stopped, Must Be Timar launched another charge.
The two generals exchanged blows for dozens of rounds without determining a winner, and Must Be began to show signs of fatigue under the watchful eyes of the troops. The horse beneath him snorted repeatedly, reminding its master to finish the fight quickly. If this continued, it would likely be dawn before they were done!
Not riding a horse certainly had its advantages; as long as one could dodge the opponent's attacks in time, they could rest in place. However, riding a horse did not offer this luxury; the straight-line distance covered added up to more than just a simple calculation of a few miles.
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