The arrival of reinforcements greatly reduced the pressure on the wicked man, giving him a brief respite. Feeling the burning pain all over his body, he became even more ruthless.
Erniu immediately stepped forward to help him up, asking anxiously, "Squad leader, how are you? Go and rest in the back!"
Just then, Meng Tian appeared out of nowhere. Seeing his wicked husband covered in blood, looking like a blood-soaked figure, his eyes were filled with admiration and embarrassment.
"You wicked husband, I...I am not as good as you!"
As the commander of the 500, his subordinates fought bravely at the front, achieving the feats of being the first to scale the walls and breach the city. As their superior, he could also reap considerable military merits.
but!
Born into a military family, he was filled with boundless guilt. Out of consideration for the family's legacy, he dared not and could not disregard life and death like his wicked husband.
"Five hundred masters, stop fooling around, bring me some water!" The wicked husband was panting heavily, feeling like his throat was on fire.
Meng Tian hurriedly took a water bag from his warhorse and threw it to the wicked man. The latter took the water bag and drank it down in one gulp, managing to gulp down the full bag of water. The fatigue from the long battle dissipated considerably.
"My lord, is my military merit enough for a promotion this time?" The wicked husband asked inexplicably, his eyes burning with desire as he looked at Meng Tian.
Meng Tian gave a wry smile, his expression dejected, and said, "Don't even mention you, even I'll benefit from your promotion..."
He then laughed again, his tone envious, "With this one battle, you've truly made a name for yourself and will surely catch the eye of the bigwigs in the government."
After a moment's thought, the wicked man understood Meng Tian's thoughts and advised him, "The five hundred lords are of illustrious birth and will surely become the backbone of our Great Qin in the future. How can they be like the wicked man, charging into battle like this!"
"A general should have a comprehensive grasp of the overall situation and be able to strategize effectively; he should not act rashly out of mere brute force!"
Why envy the strengths of others while forgetting your own?
These words struck a chord with Meng Tian. As a fellow youth, Meng Tian naturally envied the wicked man. But ultimately, their statuses were different, and each had their own path. Following the path that suited him best was the true way.
Seeing Meng Tian remain silent, the wicked man became slightly anxious. "My lord, you still haven't answered me. Based on today's battle achievements, what kind of promotion can I expect?"
After a moment's thought, Meng Tian slowly uttered, "The military ranks are at least five hundred lords, and the titles are immeasurable!"
The wicked man was overjoyed, a lewd smile spreading across his face. He whispered, "I'm thinking of playing something big. I wonder if Master Wubai dares to get involved?"
"Oh?" Meng Tian's curiosity was piqued as expected.
"Get on the bus first, then buy your ticket!" The wicked man's smile deepened, like a bad uncle luring an ignorant boy, as he tempted him, "Give me a hundred men, and I'll reward you with four great military merits in one battle!"
Well...
Meng Tian was utterly astonished, stunned by his wicked husband's audacity. Looking at his blood-soaked husband, he hesitated, then said, "You've already secured the greatest credit, perhaps we should just let it go..."
He didn't want his wicked husband to be like a shooting star that streaks across the sky, fleeting and short-lived. He had already earned two of the four major military achievements, so why risk going for the other two?
The wicked man's smile vanished, and he shook his head seriously, saying loudly, "Master Wubai, may I have your permission?"
As Meng Tian stood there bewildered and unsure of what to do, a powerful voice came from behind him.
"You wicked man, I will give you five hundred men to help you achieve the merit of slaying generals and capturing flags!"
Meng Tian suddenly turned around, and the voice belonged to his father, Meng Wu, with Commander Meng Ao following behind.
Without saying a word, the wicked man cupped his hands and said, "General, rest assured, I'll be right back!"
Meng Ao and Meng Wu nodded in unison. Such a young boy with such a bearing is bound to achieve extraordinary things in the future.
"Go! If you can achieve four merits in one battle, I will personally petition the King for your reward!" Meng Ao stroked his beard and laughed, making no attempt to hide his admiration.
A resolute glint flashed in the wicked man's eyes. He bowed deeply to Meng Ao and Meng Wu, then turned and strode into the city.
The surrounding Qin soldiers looked at the wicked man with admiration and burning desire, hoping that he would choose them to follow him to kill the general and seize the flag.
"Five hundred men, come with me to kill the enemy general and seize his banner!" the wicked man shouted, his voice filled with power and determination.
No sooner had he finished speaking than Qin soldiers crowded around him. They knew that this journey would be fraught with peril, but to fight alongside such a formidable warrior was a great fortune for any soldier!
"You scoundrel, catch this sword!" Meng Ao tossed his sword to the scoundrel, feigning seriousness, and said, "If you lose this commander's sword, you will be punished according to military law!"
The villain caught the sword steadily, his voice like a tiger's roar, "Rest assured, Commander, I will return the head of the rebel commander to you in a moment!"
Meng Ao smiled and nodded, without saying anything more.
"With the Qin sword drawn, none can stand against it!" The wicked man drew his sword and shouted hoarsely.
The five hundred men were incredibly imposing, and in unison they drew their Qin swords.
"Walk!"
At the command of the wicked man, five hundred elite Qin soldiers charged towards the city center like tigers descending a mountain, unstoppable.
Their steps were firm and powerful, each step demonstrating their determination to win. Even when facing an enemy force several times their size, they never flinched.
The fighting within the city remained fierce, but the villain and his troops were like a sharp blade, piercing straight into the heart of the enemy army.
Any enemy soldiers who dared to stand in their way were all cut down on the spot. Wherever their swords pointed, they were invincible, carving out a bloody path to the center of the city.
On the other side.
"Let's retreat. Staying here will only lead to certain death." The traitor Wang Meng was ashen-faced and filled with regret.
If he hadn't been misled by the Sun family of Jinyang, how could he have ended up in this state?
"Reinforcements? Why haven't the promised reinforcements arrived yet?" Several clan leaders from Jinyang also looked on with despair.
They received a message from the King of Zhao's envoy, instructing them to raise an army against Qin and, when the Qin army came to quell the rebellion, to cooperate with the Zhao army's reinforcements to annihilate the Qin army.
Otherwise, how would they have dared to rebel?
Wang Meng smiled in despair, then abruptly stood up and walked outside, coldly tossing out the words, "Things have come to this, everyone can accept their fate!"
Having been harmed by these people, how could he care about their lives?
Hearing Wang Meng's cold words, these people became even more desperate and pleaded with him to take them with him.
In this critical moment, every second counted, and Wang Meng dared not waste a single second, so he left immediately.
"Try to escape through the south gate while things are in chaos!" Wang Meng led more than a thousand personal guards out of the mansion, intending to head straight for the south gate to break through the siege.
Just as he stepped out the door, he heard a mocking voice. Wang Meng instinctively looked towards the shadows to his side.
"You're the rebel leader?"
The wicked man slowly emerged from the shadows with five hundred men, his gaze sweeping over the large banner at the entrance of the mansion, a fiery glint in his eyes.
Wang Meng's personal guards immediately formed a battle formation, surrounding him in the middle, their eyes fixed on the Qin soldiers, including the evil man, with great vigilance.
"Don't waste time, kill them!" Wang Meng's face was ferocious, fearing that he would be held back by this small group of a few hundred Qin soldiers.
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