Just then, shouts suddenly came from the mountain. A surprise attack from the Baiyue flank attempted to cut off the Qin army's supply lines.

"Excellent!" Wang Jian said calmly. "Order the cavalry to attack!"

The cavalry, who had been preparing for some time, immediately charged forward. Although the Baiyue soldiers were fierce and brave, they were no match for the elite Qin army. Before long, they were routed.

The air was thick with the smell of blood and dirt. This was the true face of the battlefield—there was no glory to be found, only brutal slaughter.

"General!" Old Qin rode up, "The main force of the Baiyue has retreated to the bottom of the valley. Should we pursue them immediately?"

"No rush." ​​Wang Jian raised his binoculars, carefully observing the enemy's movements. "Let them run first. Once our detachment breaks out from the rear, these people will be fish on a chopping board, completely at our mercy!"

Sure enough, when the main Qin army advanced to the bottom of the valley, shouts of battle suddenly came from behind. The detachment that had detoured had cut off the Baiyue's retreat.

Yi Yusong's army was thrown into chaos. With the main Qin army pressing in from the front and a flanking force intercepting them from the rear, they were caught in a dilemma.

"Kill!" Wang Jian commanded. "Charge them!"

The Qin army, like tigers descending a mountain, charged fiercely into the panicked Baiyue army. Their iron cavalry was invincible. Shouts of battle and screams of agony echoed through the valleys. Countless Baiyue soldiers were slaughtered by the Qin army, while many more surrendered outright.

In this battle, the Qin army killed and captured tens of thousands, completely crushing the main land force of the Baiyue. Yi Yusong fled back to the capital in panic and dared not fight again.

"General, should we continue the pursuit?" Old Qin asked for instructions.

Wang Jian shook his head and gazed at the distant capital. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his wrinkled face, revealing an indescribable sense of vicissitude.

"No need. Let the soldiers rest," he said softly. "Yi Yusong is already on edge; now it's time to slowly close the net."

Thirty years have passed. From the Six Kingdoms War of yesteryear to the current War in Southern Vietnam, he has traversed countless battlegrounds like this. Every victory has been accompanied by the sacrifice of countless soldiers, and every battle flag has buried countless loyal souls.

This is probably his last big battle. He's getting old, and it's time for him to give way to the younger generation.

"Pass on my orders," he said in a deep voice, "Rest for three days, then march straight for Panyu!"

As the sun set, it stained the corpses scattered on the ground red.

This land, which once struck fear into the hearts of six kingdoms, is about to welcome a new master.