If Chen Xuan were asked to describe the army in front of him, he might have nothing to compare it with. At least it was much better than the armies seen in later TV dramas.
What kind of army is this? They are all illiterate people, yet they can remember the military flag orders clearly and can also display them neatly.
Chen Xuan didn't know how the army was trained in ancient times, nor did he know what military tactics were, but he knew that even if such an army was not invincible, it would have few rivals.
The evil spirit within the army was also moving, following the army's momentum. If during the respite just now, this evil spirit had been like a sleeping cat, making people want to rub it, now it was like rubbing it, only to find that the cat was actually a tiger, and their hands were rubbing its buttocks, a feeling of despair.
Ying Zheng couldn't see the murderous aura; he only felt that his army was majestic and invincible. He somewhat understood what Chen Xuan meant. Perhaps the price of unification was a slightly blunted blade.
Ying Zichu looked at the army in front of him and knew that the old Qin people were still the same old Qin people as before, never fearing life or death, always loving peace. Perhaps their way of seeking peace was not beautiful, but it was always the most useful.
Meng Ao was also excited. It had been a long time since he had been on an expedition. A general's life was meaningless if he didn't die on the battlefield. He had to not only win this surprise attack, but also do it beautifully, so that Ying Zichu could clearly see that he, Meng Ao, was not old yet and could still contribute to Qin for a few more years.
Although Wang He was excited, he did not show it like Meng Ao. He kept it in his heart and quietly looked at the soldiers in front of him.
Most of the soldiers here are veterans, and even the so-called new recruits have seen blood and have a murderous aura.
"wind!"
Meng Ao raised the long spear in his hand and roared angrily.
"Strong wind!"
Tens of thousands of Qin people below raised their spears and echoed at the same time.
Chen Xuan saw a surge of evil spirit, and the fierce tiger changed again, becoming a big bird with a human face and a dog-like shape.
What's this?
Chen Xuan had never seen this kind of thing before and was a little confused.
Congratulations, you have completed the mission, National Destiny·Struggle for Hegemony (Phase 1)
Get rewards:
Military Power: White Tiger (Cooldown: Three Wars)
Once this skill is activated, your soldiers will no longer fear life or death, and the idea of retreat will be abandoned forever. (Duration: one war)
Soldier Soul: Gale (Passive)
Your soldiers are like great wind birds, moving like a hurricane, and their combined strength can destroy cities and dig up lands.
Chen Xuan twitched his lips. So the mission had been completed again. That was fine, though. Aside from being unreasonable at times, the beast armor did a pretty good job of automatically completing missions.
Anyway, Chen Xuan is just an ordinary person from the future. Even if he has the mentality of a time traveler, he is just a calm ordinary person. He is not like other time travelers who can remember so many things, so the only thing he can rely on is this beast armor.
Ying Zheng looked at Meng Ao with envy. He must learn to be like him when he succeeds to the throne. After all, everyone wants to experience the feeling of having hundreds of people obeying his orders.
The world seemed to wake up at the call of the old Qin people. Gusts of strong wind blew up from the ground, blowing the black flag embroidered with the word "Qin" hanging in the distance swaying in the wind.
Ying Zichu felt a surge of pride rising from his heart. He took a step forward, took the spear from Meng Ao's hand, raised it slightly above his head, and shouted:
"Old Qin!"
"Valiant Qin, let us fight together for our country's crisis. Valiant Qin, let us recover our land. We will not stop fighting until our blood is shed and we die! To the west lies the Great Qin, rising like the sun. A century of national hatred is hard to resolve! With the world in turmoil, how can we find peace and tranquility? Qin has sharp warriors, who can challenge them?"
This is a war song, a war song unique to the old Qin people.
It was getting dark as Lian Po sat alone in the camp, looking at a map of Yan's capital, Ji. Tomorrow was the deadline for the Yan-Zhao negotiations. If Yan couldn't come up with a suitable bargaining chip, then King Xi of Yan would have to follow him back to Handan and stay there for a while.
“Report—!”
The ones who broke into the camp were his personal soldiers, called Oak Spears.
"Why are you so impatient?" Lian Po's character gradually calmed down after Lin Xiangru's death. Of course, this was also closely related to the defeat in Changping at that time.
Li Mao didn't dare to delay and quickly reported: "The king has ordered the general to return to defend the Qin border. Yan State doesn't need it."
Lian Po initially thought this was another civil servant's rhetoric. Although he disliked it, he also felt that the words should be tactful, rather than being so blunt and bandit-like. "Returning to defend" was probably just an excuse for withdrawing the troops.
"What price did the King of Yan pay to get Your Majesty to withdraw his troops?" Lian Po said with a smile. "I have no complaints. I am just curious about how much more territory our State of Zhao can expand after this battle."
Li Mao hesitated for a moment before saying, "The king, the king demanded that the old general return the city of Yan State and compensated him with a thousand gold and various treasures. Only then did he withdraw his troops."
"What?!" Lian Po thought he had misheard at first, but when he saw that there was no joking expression on Li Mao's face, he realized that this was true.
Li Mao looked at Lian Po, who had overturned the table, and said hurriedly, "It was Zhao Qiong. Zhao Qiong insulted the King of Qin in Qin, angering him so much that he wanted to gather 300,000 troops to attack Zhao. That's why Your Majesty was forced to quickly end the war in Yan."
"What a bunch of idiots!" Lian Po was furious. "You're still being blackmailed after winning the battle?! I've already laid siege to the capital of Yan. It only takes one day to break into the city and capture the King of Yan. Fine, you're compromising at this opportunity. Are all those people in the court idiots?!"
Li Mao didn't dare to respond. Although he was Lian Po's personal guard, he couldn't afford to offend either side, so he didn't dare to say anything. He could only timidly say, "General Le has already led his troops back to defend the city. Please hurry back. The king says he's worried without a general."
"Pass on my military orders. Order the archers to shoot at Yan's capital, Ji, at night. Rest after three rounds, and each round must not exceed ten thousand arrows." Lian Po's tiger eyes were bloodshot. "After three rounds, march back to Zhao at night. No mistakes."
Li Mao responded and hurried out to deliver the military order, fearing that he would be torn alive by Lian Po if he was late.
"Idiots! Idiots!! Idiots!!! A bunch of bastards, a bunch of useless people..."
Chen Xuan slept soundly in the car, but Ying Zheng couldn't fall asleep at all. The military train of soldiers today made Ying Zheng find another thing of interest.
"Chen Xuan, Chen Xuan. Do you think I can really control those Tiger Guards?"
Chen Xuan turned over, looked at Ying Zheng, and said, "Zheng, how many times have you asked this? The people in the army are all old Qin people. They only have the King of Qin in their hearts, and you are the future King of Qin. If you can't control them, who else can?"
Ying Zheng smiled, scratched his head, and chuckled a few times. Chen Xuan just wanted to cover his face and ask himself how he had raised such a calm and composed young man to be so funny.
After worrying for a while, Chen Xuan fell asleep again on Ying Zheng's head.
As for the problem of being funny, as long as Zheng Xiaozi is there to support him, it’s a small problem.
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