The wicked man's reputation spread far and wide among the new recruits, and even the veterans knew that there was a young recruit who was born with superhuman strength and had made a meritorious contribution by killing a tiger. He was promoted to platoon leader as soon as he entered the army.

The wicked man, who was promoted to squad leader, did not break his promise and kept the boy from the same village under his command, which caused quite a stir.

Since a squad leader could command ten soldiers, but there were eleven boys in the same village, according to the rules, the extra ones had to be sent away. The wicked man was unwilling to break his promise, so he had to ask Meng Tian to step in and make him the only squad leader in the army to command eleven soldiers.

This era was marked by constant warfare and turmoil, and the wicked were prepared to wage war at any moment.

Unexpectedly, summer passed, autumn came, winter solstice arrived, and the New Year came. Apart from gaining another 300 jin of strength and a stronger body, the wicked man did not receive any orders regarding the war and could only stay in the Didao camp all day for monotonous training.

The wicked man was tedious and boring, but the eleven boys from his village under his command were in a much worse situation. Having been a special forces soldier in his previous life, he scoffed at the training methods of this era.

Therefore, he slightly modified the scientific training method from his previous life and used his eleven young men as guinea pigs to train them, all so that when he became a general, he could use this method to train soldiers and improve their individual combat skills.

The results were remarkable; the progress of the eleven boys was visible to the naked eye, and now even Tie Niu, who had been in the army for four or five years, was no match for them.

This incident caused quite a stir at the time. In order to survive, many new recruits were desperate to join the evil man's command, but unfortunately, as a platoon leader, he could only command ten soldiers.

This made the wicked husband even more eager for a promotion, and he was itching to start a war every day.

The first day of the fourth month of the first year of King Zheng of Qin's reign.

News that enraged the people of Qin spread from Xianyang: Jinyang had rebelled against Qin, and Meng Ao was entrusted with the important task of leading 150,000 troops to quell the rebellion.

Upon hearing the news, the wicked man, regardless of the somber atmosphere in the camp, was overjoyed and shouted excitedly, tears welling up in his eyes.

Four years...

Four whole years!

No one knows how much he suffered while waiting!

"Squad leader, don't be too happy yet. The Didao camp has 200,000 new recruits, but they're only going to select 100,000. We might not even get a chance!"

Hearing his fellow villager Erniu's teasing words, the wicked man said with a face full of disdain, "Don't worry, our Five Hundred Lords is Meng Tian, ​​this matter is very secure!"

Just as he had thought, how could Meng Ao possibly let go of such a golden opportunity to glorify his grandson? It should be understood that this suppression of the rebellion was also intended to train new recruits, and these new recruits, as the main force, would inevitably take the lion's share of the credit.

That afternoon, the army assembled and, after more than ten days of marching, finally arrived in Jinyang.

Upon arriving in Jinyang, Meng Ao did not rush to order an attack. As the saying goes, winning hearts and minds is the best strategy. His 150,000-strong army set up camp 500 meters outside the four gates of Jinyang.

The atmosphere in Jinyang was tense, with the rebels filled with fear. Any slight movement by the Qin army would make them extremely nervous.

Seeing that the army was holding back, the wicked man went directly to Meng Tian, ​​unable to contain his excitement, and said, "Oh my, my five hundred lords, why aren't you making a move yet?"

Meng Tian was somewhat helpless. This kid was indeed strong, but he was also really warlike and extremely unwilling to use his brain. He couldn't even see through psychological tactics.

"Hey kid, what's the rush?"

"So eager? Are you going to lead the charge when we attack the city later?"

Meng Tian's original intention was to scare the wicked man, but to his surprise, the man readily agreed, patting his chest and saying, "I like this job, and I'm willing to be the first soldier to charge!"

Meng Tian was furious and was about to reprimand him when he was interrupted by a voice coming from outside the tent.

"The commander-in-chief has ordered that the siege be launched tonight. Commander Meng Tian and his five hundred troops are to immediately assemble."

Upon hearing this, Meng Tian and the wicked man exchanged a glance, realizing that what they had just said had come true.

"Meng Tian, ​​obey the order!"

After the messenger left, Meng Tian looked at his wicked husband, who was grinning foolishly, and muttered, "Why aren't you going back to prepare? Keep an eye on things, or you might die on the walls of Jinyang."

The wicked husband grinned, straightened his body, and thumped his chest loudly. "Don't worry, tonight is the starting point of my awesome journey!"

Meng Tian shook his head and chuckled, secretly wondering what the word "awesome" meant.

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were shining, making it the perfect time to attack the city.

The 50,000 Qin soldiers made no attempt to conceal themselves, advancing step by step towards Jinyang City in formation.

The rebel army inside the city was thrown into chaos, shouting, "The Qin army is attacking the city!"

Meng Ao turned to look at his son Meng Wu beside him and said in a deep voice, "Go, don't disgrace your father."

Meng Wu, who was in his thirties, was a little nervous. Over the years, he had fought many battles, big and small, with his father. This was the first time he had led troops to attack a city on his own, and he was a new recruit, which made him very unsure of himself.

Meng Wu rode forward, slowly drew the Qin sword from his waist, suppressed his chaotic thoughts, and roared, "Wind, wind, wind!"

"Strong wind—!"

As the saying goes, once a group exceeds ten thousand, the world becomes boundless. The ferocity of the fifty thousand Qin soldiers, roaring and shouting, was like a sharp sword piercing the sky.

"Attack! Kill!"

The Qin army was pragmatic and did not care about grand fanfare. After Meng Wu gave the order, they roared and charged straight towards Jinyang City.

Upon seeing the Qin army launch their charge, the rebel commander of Jinyang hurriedly shouted, "Archers, prepare!"

"shoot--!"

A barrage of arrows rained down, causing casualties among the Qin army.

"Ah... my leg..."

"Ugh...it hurts, help me!"

......

Before his eyes, many Qin soldiers were riddled with arrows, some even riddled with holes. The brutality of the battlefield with cold weapons sent a chill down the spine of the villain.

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