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When it comes to the official position, Kuto Fan Chenglong is still a Centurion from eight years ago. If I remember correctly, back then, Li Xin was probably just a rookie even if he was in the army. Compared to calling Fan Koutou, at least he is an elder.
Even if Fan Chenglong has issues with Luzi, he wouldn't dare speak out loud considering his status. However, there are many taboos regarding Li Xin, after all, this young Centurion must be a later addition based on age. It’s one thing to have different ranks; after all, youth can be formidable. But when officers of the same rank gather to talk, seniority must be respected.
At that moment, Fan Chenglong saw Li Xin glaring at him while holding the Sword and felt even more furious. He pushed him and pointed out, “Kid! What year did you enlist!? Everyone here has been in longer than you! You have no right to give orders!”
This might be anger born from battle; normally, he wouldn’t dare act this way. Even though Li Xin is young, he is currently the highest Officer's Subordinate in the city. Whatever they are fighting about should wait for the master! Doing this in front of everyone makes it uncomfortable for anyone involved.
Strangely, Luzi seemed not to have heard anything and smiled while nodding as if agreeing with what was being said. Just as he was about to publicly praise Fan Chenglong, a wave of gasps erupted around them. Confused about what was happening, he saw Fan Koutou stomping his feet and beating his chest.
“Brother! I was just joking with you; why are you taking it so seriously?”
Luzi noticed that something was off but couldn’t figure out what was wrong after watching for a while. The chaotic scene was filled with voices, making it impossible to hear clearly. Seeing that things were getting too messy, he commanded, “Everyone shut up! One at a time! Who died!? Hurry up and catch him!”
Seeing Fan Chenglong jump onto the City Wall as if intending to sacrifice himself, everyone rushed forward to pull him down and surrounded him with pleas. “Sir! We have a great enemy approaching; you absolutely cannot think like this!”
As the situation grew more chaotic, Luzi had no choice but to lean over the City Wall and shout to the Zhao Army's Messenger to wait a moment. However, due to the bustling activity on the City Wall, those below couldn’t hear anything clearly.
The Messenger had been waiting for peaceful news but found that the Qin People on the wall had started fighting among themselves. As one person was pushed off the City Wall, it was evident that two groups above were entering into a brawl. More than half of the agreed-upon minute had already passed. Judging by the commotion above, there wasn’t enough time left to resolve anything.
“Can you all wait until there are no outsiders around before fighting? Is there no business here!? If we don’t get a reply soon, we won’t wait any longer!”
Finally managing to squeeze through the crowd, Luzi adjusted his tilted helmet and shouted loudly, “What did you just say?”
The Messenger couldn't help but smile wryly as he saw the heavily guarded City Wall, which had turned into a bustling scene like a temple fair. It was said that the Qin Army maintained strict discipline, but it seemed that was only true for the moment! It appeared that their Grand Commander was indeed not in the city; could the information be wrong? It seemed that the highest Officer in the city had indeed been detained by the camp.
"You all hurry up! We are not in a rush!"
Before his words could fade, silence suddenly fell over the City Wall. Then, the armored Luzi reappeared. "You are not in a rush, but we are! Capture him!"
Before the Messenger could grasp what was happening, he heard the sound of Soldiers falling around him. By the time he realized this was caused by the Qin State's Crossbow, he found himself completely alone. As he turned his horse to flee, he hesitated with his raised whip, unable to bring himself to lower it. The warhorse seemed to sense the impending danger and refused to move.
Just moments ago, Li Xin had been pushed off the city wall and was now aiming his bow and arrow directly at the Messenger, blocking his way back to Zhao Camp. "Dismount and surrender! Don't blame me for not warning you; this arrow doesn't recognize its target!"
The Messenger reached for his Bronze Sword at his waist, but his headscarf was knocked off instead. The arrow had clearly been shot from across the way, yet he noticed that Li Xin still had another arrow nocked on his bow. He quickly leaned over his saddle, hoping to use his horse's charge to close the distance between them.
Li Xin understood what the Messenger intended and warned loudly, "General Lu has ordered! If the enemy dares to use their horse to escape, they may shoot down the warhorse directly!"
Though his voice was not loud, the Messenger could hear it clearly as he attempted to charge forward. He pulled on the reins of his horse and raised his hand to indicate that he had no such intention. Then he jumped off his warhorse to show that he would surrender, only to be surrounded by Soldiers rushing out from the city.
Seeing that his plan had succeeded, Li Xin put away his arrows. He raised his longbow above his head in salute towards the city tower and gathered a few scattered horses before personally leading them towards the city gate...
Returning to when it all began, sharp-eyed Li Xin first noticed something off about the Messenger's attire; there was an excessive bulkiness between his physique and clothing. If one were to boldly speculate, this Soldier must have been wearing another set of armor underneath.
Typically, Soldiers responsible for delivering messages do not wear Armor for protection. After all, such armor is too heavy for them as they need to travel light over long distances; anything too heavy is clearly a burden. Moreover, armor made from fired clay is inherently not light, especially this kind of inner armor that could almost be measured in gold; it is not only too heavy but also not something just any wealthy person could afford.
When Li Xin shared this inference with Luzi, Luzi reminded him to pay attention to the Sword on the Messenger. If the armor could be explained for some special reason, then the Sword would only deepen the entire suspicion rather than diminish it.
According to the Records of Craftsmanship: Peach Clan Sword, Swords can be divided into three types: upper, middle, and lower. The blade length is five times that of its hilt length, referred to as upper grade; four times for middle grade; and three times for lower grade.
The self-defense sword issued to the Messenger should at least be a Bronze Sword, where the hilt occupies one-fourth of the total blade length. Moreover, even if this Messenger is an experienced individual, he would never use a sword of that middle to upper grade. This means that this person's identity is already questionable.
In that case, let's take action! Ignoring an opportunity that comes knocking is simply inviting disaster! Li Xin glanced at Luzi, silently asking whether they should wait here to be struck by lightning or go down and capture the person.
Not finding any money today was already a big loss. To let someone deliver meat right to their doorstep without taking it would be laughable! Luzi slightly grinned and gestured downward with his eyes. What are we waiting for? Let's move!
Thus, with their cooperation, the plan was set in motion. Li Xin took advantage of Fan Chenglong's unintentional push and fell backward off the City Wall. This provided a chance to successfully approach the target, which could be seen as fate intervening. Luzi worried that the other party might discover the danger too soon and hurriedly waved for everyone on the wall to come over for a big gathering...
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