Within a month, the troops that had been dispatched arrived outside Xianyang City one after another.

"Report! General Wang Jian's left wing, numbering 150,000 troops, has arrived!"

"Report! General Huan Yi's right wing army of 150,000 men has arrived!"

The wicked man and a group of generals stood side by side on the command platform, watching the armies line up in formation, and nodded in satisfaction.

These were the elite troops of the Qin state, each soldier a veteran of many battles with a distinguished record.

"Grand Commandant!" Zhang Erhe arrived again. "The gunpowder is all ready, a total of 40,000 pieces! In addition, the catapults have been improved and can now scatter five gunpowder pellets at a time!"

"Has it been distributed?"

"As you arranged, the vanguard army of General Wang Tian has been prioritized for allocation, and the remaining troops have also been allocated proportionally."

"Good!" The wicked man nodded in satisfaction. "Pass down the order to have all units begin drills. I, the commander-in-chief, personally test their proficiency in using gunpowder!"

Over the next few days, the wicked man led his personal guards to inspect the various camps. At each camp, he personally instructed the soldiers on how to use gunpowder.

"Whether in mountain warfare or attacking a city, you must pay attention to the angle. Throwing gunpowder too high will miss, while throwing it too low will easily injure your own troops!"

In this way, armies gradually took shape under his tutelage.

The night before the expedition, at Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng was in his study reading military reports, with his wicked husband by his side.

"Three hundred thousand troops, twenty generals, forty thousand gunpowder..." Ying Zheng muttered to himself, "How confident are you?"

"Absolutely!" the wicked man declared decisively. "With the full force of the Qin Dynasty, the King himself leading the campaign, and gunpowder as a powerful weapon, the Chu Kingdom is doomed!"

"Very well!" Ying Zheng stood up. "I believe in you!"

He walked to the window, gazing at the brightly lit city of Xianyang in the night: "Tomorrow, let me draw the final stroke on this centuries of turmoil!"

......

The next morning, outside Xianyang City.

Three hundred thousand troops stood in formation, majestic and awe-inspiring, with banners waving and a murderous aura soaring to the sky!

Wang Jian and Huan Yi stood on the left and right, respectively, at the front of the army. Behind them, countless chariots and supply wagons stretched as far as the eye could see.

Ying Zheng, dressed in military attire and with a long sword at his waist, inspected the three armies accompanied by his wicked husband.

The soldiers lined up in neat rows along the way, exuding a fierce aura. They all knew that this was Qin's last large-scale war, and the moment to unify the world was approaching!

Ying Zheng raised his imperial sword and proclaimed in a loud voice, "Qin army, heed my command! March forth!"

"promise!"

Three hundred thousand soldiers shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens!

Amidst deafening shouts, this unprecedented army began its southward march, with countless banners fluttering in the morning light, creating a magnificent and awe-inspiring scene.

The wicked man watched Ying Zheng and his army depart, then asked, "Chu, are you ready?"

............

Inside the Grand Commandant's residence, the wicked husband was frowning at a huge pile of bamboo slips. The memorials on the table were piled up like a mountain, some even falling to the ground.

"Grand Commandant!" Zhao Gao entered carrying a new stack of bamboo slips. "These are memorials that arrived this morning. Please take a look."

"Wait!" The wicked man stopped him abruptly. "I said, can you wait until I finish looking at these before sending the new ones?"

"This..." Zhao Gao hesitated, "But these are all urgent documents. His Majesty specifically instructed me to do so before his departure..."

"Fine, fine, fine!" the wicked man waved his hand impatiently. "Put it here."

Watching Zhao Gao's departing figure, the wicked husband muttered resentfully, "Brother Zheng, you're trying to work me to death!"

Just as I was about to continue reviewing them, Zhang Erhe rushed over again.

"Grand Commandant! Lord Feng Jie has sent a letter!"

"Oh?" The wicked husband's eyes lit up. "Quick, give it to me!"

Unfolding the letter, one sees the following written on it:

"Grand Commandant, please write: The purge of Qi is nearing completion. Over three thousand lawless Confucian scholars and literati have been eliminated, and more than ten thousand volumes of books have been confiscated. These people spouted benevolence and morality in public, but secretly engaged in deceiving the people and inciting rebellion. Now that they have all been captured, peace can be assured in Qi!"

"Good!" The wicked man nodded in satisfaction. "Feng Jie is indeed efficient."

Just then, another messenger arrived by fast horse.

"Report! A letter from General Yang Duanhe!"

The wicked man quickly unfolded the scroll and, upon reading it, beamed with joy: "The unscrupulous swordsmen and assassins of Yan have been largely wiped out, with over 20,000 people killed. These people usually hid among the common people, secretly training assassins, plotting to overthrow the imperial court. Now their strongholds have been destroyed one by one, and there are no more threats to Yan!"

"Haha!" the wicked husband laughed heartily. "Now I can report back to Brother Zheng!"

Zhang Erhe, standing nearby, asked, "Why is the Grand Commandant so happy?"

The wicked man put down the letter. "What Brother Zheng was most worried about during this southern campaign was the instability at home. Now that Feng Jie has purged the Confucian scholars in Qi and Yang Duanhe has eliminated the Mohist knights in Yan, even if they wanted to support Chu, they wouldn't find any allies!"

"I see......"

Just then, Zhao Gao came in carrying a pile of bamboo slips.

"Grand Commandant, this is..."

"Stop!" The wicked husband jumped up. "You can deliver it later! Let me read the good news for a while and calm down."

"But......"

"No buts!" the wicked man glared. "Besides, what are all these things? If these local officials have nothing better to do... they should go out and see the people's plight."

As he spoke, he casually pulled out a scroll and unfolded it: "Observing the seven phases of the moon... Isn't this what I asked him to teach him to calculate celestial phenomena?"

He pulled out another scroll: "Seven days ago, a star streaked across the sky, a very auspicious sign. Your Majesty... Isn't this just a damn sycophantic memorial?"

Zhao Gao laughed and said, "The King said that since the Grand Commandant is staying in Xianyang, let him see how tired I am every day, so he won't think I'm slacking off all the time."

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