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The dawn before the battle was eerily quiet, the oppressive atmosphere suggesting that even the chirping of insects from the previous night had been silenced. As a ray of light emerged from the mountain peak, the mist mingled with smoke, obscuring everything within sight.
Riding on his warhorse, Luzi turned to look back at the mountaintop, and the soldiers beside him followed suit. There sat a figure in a chair, appearing somewhat listless, yet instilling a strong sense of belief in the entire army. This was the hope of ultimately walking the path to victory and returning alive to their homeland.
Luzi gazed at the swirling mist, tightening his grip on his Long Spear. Just last night, he had recounted to Bai Qi an experience he had during a direct confrontation with Zhao Kuo. He worried that if he encountered Zhao Kuo again amidst the chaos of battle, he would be unable to unravel the foggy formation with his own skills.
In Luzi's view, since Wuan Jun was the senior brother of the Horse Armor General who inherited his father's legacy, he should have a way to solve this tricky problem. When facing an enemy directly, it often became a matter of life and death. If one did not remain pragmatic at this moment, charging into battle would be akin to committing suicide.
Bai Qi quietly listened as Luzi described what he had seen and heard at that time, not interjecting even once until Luzi finished. He looked up at the bright moon overhead for a long while. According to Lu Zigang's account of events, Zhao Kuo had evidently received guidance from an extraordinary master. Such methods of controlling people's minds could not be learned at the Anyang Cavalry Command Academy.
The Anyang Cavalry Command Academy was a formal institution where tactics for defeating enemies were taught to regular troops. Compared to that standard knowledge, Zhao Kuo's techniques could be considered unorthodox.
Thinking of this, Bai Qi lowered his gaze to his chest and right arm wrapped in bandages and couldn't help but snort coldly. Relying on textbooks without serious study while dabbling in all sorts of bizarre sorcery! No wonder you, Zhao Kuo, faced defeat today! Evil has never triumphed over righteousness throughout history!
In two hours' time, daybreak would arrive!
Eagerly awaiting this moment, Luzi noticed that Bai Qi had remained silent for quite some time and felt compelled to remind him: "Grand Commander! I know there’s a taboo regarding inheritance here; some skills can only be learned by those within the sect. I’m not looking to master your great techniques; I just want to seek a way to break through this situation. Just this once; it won't happen again!"
Upon hearing someone misunderstand him, Bai Qi sighed. "Governor! I need to clarify here: I am not aligned with that Zhao Kuo! Indeed! We both studied at Anyang Academy, but what we learned was proper troop formations! How to leverage the strengths of cavalry! The fog formation Zhao Kuo uses is nothing but lowly tricks! How would I know anything about that?!"
Hearing this, Luzi hesitated slightly but ultimately chose to believe Bai Qi's words. Wuan Jun was not a petty person; there was no doubt about that. In light of the current crisis facing their nation, Bai Qi would never forget national righteousness simply because of personal grievances.
Thus it was clear that even if Bai Qi had not been injured, encountering Zhao Kuo on the battlefield would likely be quite challenging.
As Luzi confirmed this inference, a thought suddenly struck him. How strange it was! That Zhao Kuo could openly defeat Bai Qi on the battlefield, yet still resort to sending an assassin to deal with the general of the Qin State? If he were to be killed in a one-on-one duel, it would be understandable due to his lack of skill. However, using such underhanded tactics would lead to disdain from future generations, even if he ultimately won.
Luzi turned to see Bai Qi, seemingly moving freely, raising his left hand to adjust his helmet. He couldn't help but feel annoyed that he hadn't brought Xiao Yu'er along. As a specialist in injuries and illnesses, he clearly felt out of his depth. If Bai Qi's injuries were not severe, he believed they would not escape Xiao Yu'er's keen eyes.
Could it be that Bai Qi had begun to harbor discontent towards the king due to King Zhao of Qin's unfair treatment of Wei Ran? Was he using this opportunity to hide his true intentions and sabotage the Qin Army? This was clearly impossible! After all, Bai Qi had deep feelings for the Qin Army. The bond between brothers could be seen through the attitudes of the various troops during the day.
The Qin Army units that received the attack orders were already prepared; tomorrow would be the final battle! Yet at such a critical moment, discovering an oversight could lead to catastrophic consequences for the Qin Army.
Thinking this, Luzi discreetly shifted his body to block the long sword hanging at his waist. While ensuring his shoulders remained still, his left hand had already brushed against the scabbard. He was confident that he could take down Bai Qi sitting beside him on the spot; after all, they were not engaged in mounted combat with long spears. In close combat, this was his forte!
A true master does not show any signs of abnormality in breath, heartbeat, or muscles before making a move. Luzi belonged to this elite category; even when drawing his sword, he would not allow anyone to sense any murderous intent. Even if his opponent was also a master, seeing the blade would not reveal any killing aura.
Bai Qi, sitting alone in his chair, clearly did not perceive anything unusual around him and continued to gaze at the full moon above in a daze. If Luzi were to ask him how to organize the army for a charge tomorrow, he would speak freely and without reservation. However, if it were about such underhanded tactics, that was not within his expertise. Since he did not understand it, there was no need for further discussion.
As Luzi prepared to act, he glanced at Bai Qi's exposed Adam's apple, which showed complete vulnerability. With just one strike, the head of this renowned war god of the Qin State would fall. The crime of killing a military general would surely be significant, but at this moment, he could not afford to think about that too much. He had to be responsible for King King Qin stationed at West Rampart and for the life and death of all Qin Army soldiers.
Afterward, he could negotiate with Zhao Army for peace; they could part ways amicably and return home. As long as King Zhao agreed not to have any further designs on Shangdang, negotiation would be the best solution at present!
Luzi had made up his mind; regarding the mutual strife between Qin and Zhao armies, it was more important to unearth hidden forces behind the scenes in a timely manner. Regular warfare was akin to gentlemanly agreements; as long as terms were set, there was nothing too serious about it. Victory and defeat were common occurrences in military strategy; returning for another attempt was always possible. The most terrifying aspect was those surreptitious forces that could silently use others as tools for their own ends!
Using others as tools!?
As this phrase surfaced in Luzi's mind, he suddenly halted the long sword that had been slightly drawn from its sheath. With a slight hook of his thumb backward, he pressed the nearly unsheathed sword back into place.
"Ah!"
At the same time as this action, a sigh was heard.
Looking up at the bright moon, Bai Qi no longer lingered on the Moon Palace in the sky. With infinite nostalgia in his eyes, he gazed at the Qin Army's camp. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an Octagonal Bronze Mirror, handing it to Luzi. "Governor! This is a Protective Mirror that my master gave to me years ago, and now I pass it on to you! This mirror was a protective treasure granted by the Yellow Emperor to eight generals under his command. It is said to bring good fortune and ward off evil, dispelling all forms of malevolent influences!"
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