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The night was heavy with a misty gloom, and snowflakes began to fall from the sky once again. They fluttered down onto the Soldiers' Armor and weapons, creating a rustling sound. It is said that snowfall is silent, yet at this moment, the sound of Chuchu could be distinctly heard.
The day passed just like that, leaving both sides in Tension in the Air with a sense of illusion. How many days had it been? Hadn't they just heard the exhilarating sound of drums? Why did it awaken people only to plunge them back into emptiness...
Luzi and Wang He’s originally planned three-day limit had inexplicably extended! They spent the time without any trace of war's shadow.
The Qin Army was ordered to apprehend the drummers but returned empty-handed. By the time the Soldiers hurried over, only a few damaged War Drums remained. What these people were trying to achieve was unclear, leaving Wang He, who had just exited the Main Tent, feeling perplexed. In fact, even if these people hadn’t beaten the drums in advance, the Qin Army would have launched an offensive afterward.
No profit comes without effort! There must be a reason behind this! However, it seemed that now was not the time to investigate. Since it was getting late, they would fight again tomorrow! As long as there was no conflict here, Luzi should still be safe!
Wang He thought for a moment and waved his hand for the troops to throw away the broken drums. Having them around was simply distressing!
Meng Wu had repeatedly requested to initiate the Crossing Battle but had seen all previous efforts wasted due to the strange drum sounds. Seeing that Wang He showed no further response, he hurried into the Main Tent. Noticing that no one else was inside, he finally spoke up: “Left Minister! Is the three-day agreement no longer valid?”
Wang He took off his helmet and placed it on a wooden rack, glancing back at the anxious general. “It is already late; let’s launch our attack early tomorrow!”
Finding a broken drum would take an entire day! With so many subordinates present, they could easily launch an attack while sending someone to search for it. Yet Old General chose not to do so; instead, he ordered a halt to attacks and sent people to investigate the source of the drum sounds.
Meng Wu was filled with questions about this but could not challenge the Commander due to rank issues. With a sigh in his heart, he reminded him: “General! General Lu is still on the other side; what if...”
Wang He merely nodded and stepped forward to sit at his desk. “General Meng can leave now; you will be part of the first attacking force tomorrow morning.”
Hearing this calm response, Meng Wu could only salute Old General and exit the Main Tent. On his way back to camp, he was puzzled about what exactly had happened. Why did it feel like Left Chancellor was not the same person as before? Questions remained unanswered, and there was nothing he could do about it for now. Moreover, this wasn’t about commanding a small squad where he held absolute authority; in a legion battle, every move affected everything else—there could be no carelessness!
Meng Wu, feeling extremely depressed, rode slowly to the riverbank and stared blankly at the endless camp of the Zhao Army across the river. Due to the last breach by the Qin Army, a large number of torches had been set up on the opposite bank. Rockets occasionally shot into the water, illuminating the vast river between the Qin and Zhao military forces without leaving any dark corners. At this moment, crossing the river was out of the question; even stepping into the water would bring a rain of arrows.
Noticing that it was getting late, a personal guard beside Meng Wu quietly reminded him, "General! We should head back to camp!"
Meng Wu merely nodded, glanced at the opposite bank, and without looking back, flicked his whip and hurried away...
"What a strange day! Did we miscalculate the time, or is there an issue within our troops!?"
Li Xin said this as he stepped over to stand next to Luzi, who was perched high up. Imitating Luzi's posture, he placed his hands in his pockets and gazed at the boundless camp of the Qin Army across the river. It felt so close yet filled with an overwhelming sense of unreality. Was it an illusion? Or did it truly exist!?
Luzi took a deep breath, feeling the cold wind piercing his lungs painfully. Turning to look at Li Xin, he suddenly felt so distant. Glancing back at the brothers sitting by the fire, he found it strangely hard to see them clearly.
"That drumbeat is off!"
Upon hearing this vague statement, Li Xin was momentarily confused. He clearly remembered that at sunrise, he could vaguely hear the rumbling drumbeats from across the river. Was Luzi referring to that? What was wrong with it? Realizing he couldn't grasp the main point, he hurriedly asked, "What do you mean by 'the drumbeat is off'?"
Before Luzi could respond, they suddenly heard a call from behind them to stop. Turning around to check, they saw a Hundred-Man Squad of cavalry appearing in the snow. They were holding bright oil lamps for illumination and were negotiating with Chang Yu at the Observation Post. "It's Zhao Army cavalry! Let's go down and take a look!"
After their encounter in the snowy forest, Luzi had instructed everyone to change into Zhao uniforms upon returning to the Observation Post. If they were caught, so be it; after all, Li Xin had many brothers serving in Zhao Army.
Fortunately, they hadn't seen any lost Zhao Army squads in the afternoon; unexpectedly, another one arrived at night! Li Xin quickly grabbed Luzi's arm and whispered, "No way! Let me go down first; I'm worried about your safety if things turn dangerous."
Luzi laughed and said, "Don't worry! I'm not made of dough! If it's someone you know again, we can have them protect us!"
The number of Zhao troops stationed nearby exceeds tens of thousands! It is already difficult to encounter a familiar face, so how could it be such a coincidence!? Li Xin was about to persuade again when he saw Luzi had already slid down sitting on a shield. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly; it seems my advice was never meant to be heeded! He bent down to pull out the shield from the snow, tossed it forward, and then jumped down towards the Observation Post camp.
"Here they come! Here they come! General, please wait! Our lord will be here soon," Wang Jian, with a distinct Zhao accent, gestured to the Centurion of the Cavalry Unit, indicating the two people sliding down from Shanxia.
Li Mu, riding on horseback, glanced up at the mountain top, intentionally or not looking at Sima Shang, then dismounted and walked alone into the outpost. Sniffing hard, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Is anyone injured here?"
Upon hearing the question, Wang Jian, who was following behind him, did not show any surprise. Instead, he sniffed vigorously as well. What could that smell be!? He replied, "How could we possibly have brothers injured!? The Qin Army on the opposite side hasn't attacked us! The noses of those two Sergeants are just good at sniffing! If there's any smell of blood, it's probably because the Sentinel brothers brought over a wild rabbit for lunch."
Li Mu looked at the tables and benches inside the room and at several Soldiers sleeping on the bed. He smiled and said, "The Qin Army on the opposite side has already infiltrated part of your area; you'd better double your posts. If that's not feasible, then go down and request a Hundred-Man Squad to come over."
For some reason, Wang Jian always felt that this young official from across had too strong an aura. Just as he was about to make some excuses, he saw Li Mu move a wooden stool to sit in front of the brazier to warm himself and casually picked up a Bamboo Slip lying on the table to read. Just below this Bamboo Slip that Li Mu had just picked up were several drops of dark blood that glimmered red under the firelight.
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