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Realizing that he was still a step too late, General Flood Control turned back to see the Qin Army sweeping over the mountains like a tide, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh. The Qin Army had indeed planned this! Unfortunately, he could no longer notify his Commander! With that thought, he raised his spear and shouted.
"Form up!"
Standing on the City Wall, Sima Cuo was initially pleased to see the large amount of supplies outside the city, but upon noticing the thousands of newly joined Zhao Army soldiers, he suddenly felt overwhelmed. The West Rampart could easily accommodate so many people, but there simply wasn't enough food. Hearing that someone was preparing for battle, he laughed heartily, stroking his long beard.
"To the Zhao General below! You have no hope left! Be sensible and lay down your weapons and surrender! Otherwise, there will be no mercy!"
Flood Control paid no attention to the warning from the City Wall. Once he saw that the charge formation was complete, he could only shake his head with a bitter smile. Looking towards the overcast sky in the northeast, he recalled the scene from when he set out from home. He had promised his wife and children that he would return in six months, but unexpectedly, it had turned into more than two years. He had thought he could go home this year, but it had become an unattainable dream...
"People on the city wall, listen well! I am Chief of Staff Flood Control of the Zhao Army! My troops are from the Thirteenth Cavalry Unit of the Zhao Army! Whether now or in the future, please make sure to tell the Common People that all of my Three Thousand Zhao Troops will die here! Not a single one will surrender!" After saying this, he looked around at the warriors who were already prepared for battle.
"Since we donned this military uniform, we have been waiting for this day to come! We are invincible cavalry! Charge!" Flood Control raised his spear high and led the charge.
"Charge!"
Inspired by their General's courage, the Three Thousand Zhao Troops cast aside all their burdens and rushed towards the Qin Army phalanx that was coming like a storm...
The Arrow Formation equipped with New-Style Crossbows from the Qin State was the best method to deal with cavalry. Three rows shot continuously, completely ignoring the cavalry charging from the front. As a deep rumbling sound echoed from within the Arrow Formation, a rain of arrows darkened the sky.
Sima Geng, responsible for blocking them, felt a surge of heroic spirit as he saw how fierce the Zhao Army was. He suddenly raised his Long Spear and shouted, "Release!"
The Qin Army Cavalry, already waiting for orders, split off from behind the Arrow Formation into a flying wedge formation. As their wings spread to their fullest extent, the ground shook violently. "Charge!"
Two large black wings suddenly flapped, moving forward from side to side, gradually enveloping the Zhao Army that had advanced to the front line. As the black feathers scattered, they slowly wrapped around the lighter colors within until no trace of diversity remained.
When the thunderous War Drum finally fell silent, only the sound of battle flags rustled in the air. Completing the encirclement mission, Sima Geng held high the severed head of Zhao General Flood Control above his head, allowing his father, who was watching from the City Wall, to see.
As promised by Flood Control, all three thousand Zhao Soldiers perished in battle without a single survivor. The tactic employed was one of mutual destruction, a strategy no army in the world could fully withstand. Aside from those killed by Qin State Crossbow fire during their charge, the remaining valiant soldiers of Zhao inflicted significant casualties on the Qin Army's Cavalry as well. The exact numbers of casualties had yet to be tallied and would not be mentioned here.
Old General Sima Cuo arrived at the recently concluded battlefield of slaughter, commanding his soldiers to retrieve the brave Zhao warrior from the pile of corpses. He then summoned a Surgeon and ordered him to stitch the body back together.
Just moments ago, standing high above, Old General Cuo had clearly seen Flood Control glance in a certain direction during his charge. Turning to locate that position, he looked towards a hillside across from him. Confirming that a spot on that hillside could always overlook the northeastern path, he immediately ordered that Flood Control be buried there.
Since he could never return home alive again, he would forever watch over the road home!
Regardless of friend or foe, the Qin Army only respected the brave! Sima Cuo personally presided over the burial ceremony to honor the spirit of this Zhao Army general who could have surrendered for survival. Once the ceremony was complete, Sima Cuo took Zhao's General's Sword and handed it to Sima Geng.
"The sword remains with its master! Let it follow its owner into the earth!"
"Understood!"
Sima Geng received the sword with both hands and solemnly placed it beside Flood Control's body. He then raised his right hand to his chest and offered a standard Qin Army salute to the hero.
At that moment, spring rain began to fall from an otherwise clear sky, nourishing all it touched...
In an inexplicable turn of events, when Sima Legion set out for battle, Wuan Jun had always been accustomed to counting heads but added a command for Sima and his son: no matter how many enemies were slain in this battle, they were not to collect any heads. As for earning Merit, they only needed to tally up the number of enemy casualties.
Sima Cuo did not understand why the Commander suddenly brought up this issue, but a command is a command. He expressed his firm obedience and assured that the subsequent Merit records would be absolutely rigorous. Rest assured, Grand Commander!
For this reason, the Sima Legion did not behave as they had in the past, looting everywhere after the battle. After burying the brave general of Zhao State, they also buried the fallen Zhao Army and the original defenders of Stone City who died from hunger and cold. The subsequent statistics were distributed to each combat unit according to the previous allocation method, providing some stability for their own people.
Once all the work was officially completed, the Zhao Army's West Rampart, personally supervised by Zhao State's Old General Lian Po, was successfully occupied and reclaimed by the Qin Army after holding out for two years and one month. As for those so-called land certificates or property certificates, relevant departments would come to measure and register them, so there was no need for us to worry about that.
Despite his youth, Wuan Jun Bai Qi had a winning charm that continuously protected him as he rose to the top of the Feudal States Top Warrior Rankings. It may sound simple, but his secret was his ability to use people wisely and trust them completely. As long as he sent out a commanding General, he was confident that they could fully handle the operational tasks. Moreover, once dispatched, he would not interfere until the mission was officially completed and they returned.
This talent for recognizing and utilizing people allowed Bai Qi to free up a significant amount of mental energy to think about other matters. If he were like some generals who insisted on doing everything themselves and believed that the world revolved around them, perhaps some famous battles would have had different outcomes.
The greatest battlefield advantage was highly regarded by Old General Sima Cuo because it allowed him to act freely without constraints. Once this operational style became a habit, every time Wuan Jun's subordinates went into battle, it felt like a process of emotional liberation. For this reason, Old General always let his son Sima Geng and grandson Sima Jin follow Wuan Jun.
As the saying goes, "Birds Follow the Phoenix and Soar." Being around virtuous and capable individuals elevates one's own character. Working alongside Bai Qi, ranked first in the Feudal States Top Warrior Rankings, even if one struggled, they could still achieve success in their endeavors.
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