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Everyone felt the clouds weighing on their hearts dissipate, yet the clouds above remained. At this moment, the sunlight in their hearts was far more powerful than what could be seen with the eyes.
Hiding outside and eavesdropping, Li Xin knew that Wang Jian's reputation was well-deserved. He pushed open the wooden door and rushed in, clinging to a leg. With tears streaming down his face, he pleaded with the Governor to uphold justice, wishing that he could drag someone out and behead them right there to fulfill his lifelong desire.
Luzi, whose leg was being clung to, bent down to help Li Xin up and urged him to quickly quiet down. If he dared to continue crying, he would indeed get his wish fulfilled. Li Xin took this to heart and immediately fell silent. Under Luzi's questioning, he slowly recounted the events leading up to the heavy rain.
Li Xin led the Scout Team and nearly collided with Zhao Xinjun coming from the opposite direction. He had thought it impossible to encounter Zhao's army so soon, but there they were. They hid in the dense forest by the roadside, hoping to wait until nightfall before taking action. By then, they could sneak into the vicinity of Zhao's camp and estimate Zhao Xinjun's troop numbers based on the size of the encampment and the number of tents.
For this Qin Army reconnaissance team, their situation could only be described as awkward. Generally speaking, unless under special circumstances, it was unheard of for scouts to venture deep into enemy territory to gather military intelligence.
Moreover, this Qin Army Scout Team's primary mission was to confirm Zhao Xinjun's location, while their secondary task was to estimate Zhao Army's troop numbers. The Lu County Magistrate did not send out scouts merely to check if there were supply teams behind Zhao Army or to find out where their grain reserves were stored. Thus, it was quite embarrassing for Li Xin to suddenly find himself left behind by Zhao Xinjun and deep in enemy territory.
There was an Official Road available for the Qin Army Scout Team to return, but it was already filled with Zhao troops. Even if they confirmed Zhao Xinjun's position or the total number of Zhao soldiers, that information could not be sent back.
The randomness of battle situations was significant, so this was understandable. Li Xin's good mental fortitude reminded him not to panic and suggested discussing whether they could find a remote mountain path to circle back.
The Qin Army had well-crafted military maps, but Feng Quji had taken them for comparing defensive positions. If only Li Xin had brought a copy of that map with him, he believed he could have found a mountain path back to West Rampart. Unfortunately, the only map he had was not with him.
Thus, traversing mountains behind Zhao Xinjun while cutting through thorns and brambles yielded no suitable route back. Climbing mountains was possible, but their warhorses could not keep up. Besides, if they truly relied on foot travel to return, Qin State would have long since unified the realm!
As nightfall approached once again and Li Xin became dizzy from wandering in the mountains, he ultimately decided to find his way back to the Official Road. If possible, he would wait until deep into the night when all of Zhao Army was asleep before making his move.
The clear markers along the way provided necessary convenience for the Qin Army scouts returning to the Official Road; otherwise, it would have been uncertain whether they could survive navigating through the deep mountains. By the time this Scout Team remounted their horses on the main road, darkness had fully descended into a beautiful night sky.
During the peak of the Zhou Dynasty, the Official Road that opened from Wild King City to Kan Yu was also known as the Ye Kan Post Road. Lian Po initially constructed fortifications on both sides of the post road, allowing one to return to the West Rampart simply by following this route.
Considering that reconnaissance information is only valuable if delivered before a battle, Li Xin and the Scout Team decided to set out in the middle of the night. Regardless of whether the information they transmitted would be useful, it was still part of their duty. Whether it was useful or not would be confirmed by the general; as scouts, they only needed to complete their assigned tasks.
Thus, they quickly agreed. They prepared a hearty meal for themselves before tightening their horse gear and getting ready, either sitting or lying down, waiting for midnight to arrive.
Being veterans, there was no need for anyone to step forward to boost morale. Instead, Li Xin found himself unexpectedly inspired. As the Sergeant of the Scout Team put it, life and death could happen in an instant. Those who were meant to leave would eventually do so, and those who remained should live well. There was no need for tears; after all, one could never know who would be next.
But you must remember what our mission is! As long as we complete our task, it doesn’t matter if we leave afterward! However, if we fail to accomplish our mission, it will feel unsettling!
At this point, Li Xin suddenly covered his mouth and began to cry. Emotion was everywhere, leaving those who had experienced it unable to forget for a lifetime. He didn’t even know the name of the Sergeant who spoke these words but realized he would never have the chance to ask.
Under the cover of darkness, a small team from the Qin Army infiltrated the Zhao Army camp relatively smoothly. The six members stealthily avoided the Zhao Army's Patrol Team and quietly advanced. Not fearing death did not mean they weren’t nervous; their hearts were in their throats as they walked, making them unaware of how long they had been moving. A few of the infiltrators had already spotted the edge of the camp and knew they were about to successfully cross into Zhao Army territory. It felt like divine assistance! Just as they were about to rejoice, an unexpected turn of events occurred.
Li Xin's memories paused again as his clenched fist trembled from exertion. "Wei Wujie! At that moment! Right at the front line of the Zhao Army camp! Wei Wujie appeared!"
Luzi recognized that familiar name and immediately understood what had happened to his Scout Team. Wei Wujie’s retinue mostly consisted of individuals with backgrounds in street life. This was why the scout team suffered heavy losses!
Luzi turned to Wang Jian, signaling for Li Xin to continue. Li Xin nodded and steadied himself before continuing.
As Wei Wujie stepped out of the Main Tent in the middle of the night, he unexpectedly collided with this Qin Army Scout Team. Both parties were startled by this sudden encounter in the dead of night. Dressed in Zhao Army military uniform and standing under the moonlight, Wei Wujie was clearly visible to Li Xin, who was mounted on horseback.
If Li Xin could potentially misidentify someone else, there was no mistaking this Wei Country Young Master. That face had long been etched deeply in his memory; even if it turned to ash, he would still recognize it!
The three arrows in Li Xin's hand were ready to be released without any hesitation, and with the buzzing sound of the bowstring, they shot forth in an instant. The sudden encounter caught both sides off guard for just a moment, and given their close distance, Li Xin was confident that this hunting operation could be justified as acting on behalf of justice.
Wei Wujie, still groggy from sleep, did not clearly see the identities of the cavalry that suddenly appeared before him. He even mistakenly thought they were merely a patrol team from the Zhao Army, as his angle did not allow for a clear view. However, the sound of the bowstring was particularly pronounced in the quiet of the night, and with three arrows appearing simultaneously, he quickly confirmed their identities.
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