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The Qin Soldier who successfully broke through and reached the mountaintop numbered only thirty or so. Behind them lay Bastion City in Shanxia. The pursuing Zhao Army had no intention of giving up, and they were closing in fast.
There was no retreat left! Behind them was Bastion City!
Under the leadership of Luzi, the Qin Army Cavalry turned their horses around and raised their Long Spears in formation, preparing for a final stand. Opposite them, at least several hundred riders from the Zhao Army were rushing toward them.
Just as the Qin Cavalry was about to launch their last charge, a sudden gust of wind swept across the previously quiet mountaintop. Along with the wind came a line of Qin Army soldiers armed with Crossbows, seemingly sprouting from the grass.
The suddenly appearing Qin Army Arrow Formation was clearly not the garrison left behind at West Fortress City, as their numbers had already exceeded a thousand. Their clean uniforms and youthful faces indicated a different situation.
The Tenth Legion! Led personally by King Zhao of Qin!
The advancing Qin Army Arrow Formation did not stop there; they marched forward with firm steps. The sound of bowstrings snapping echoed like thunder, and a sudden Arrow Rain flew over everyone’s heads toward the oncoming Zhao Cavalry Camp.
The remaining few Qin Army Cavalry, who had been desperately pursued, mistakenly thought that this group of Qin Army had simply gotten lucky by breaking out of the camp. Now, seeing the continuous advance of the Qin Army formation, they finally realized that this was actually an ambush set by the Qin Army.
The chasing Zhao Army clearly had not anticipated that so many troops would be lying in wait on the mountaintop. They were momentarily caught off guard, thinking they were seeing things. The vanguard of the pursuing formation was taken by surprise, with many struck down by flying arrows.
The Qin Army Arrow Formation adhered to their motto: strike only when necessary and ensure total victory when they do. Therefore, once they initiated an attack with the Arrow Formation, there was no stopping until they had eliminated all of the several hundred aggressive Zhao Army soldiers. Only after receiving the command to cease fire from the commander of the Arrow Formation did they officially conclude their assault.
When there were no signs of life left in front of their position, the drums for advancement began to rumble. The troops received new orders to advance and moved forward in rhythm with the drums, passing closely by the blood-stained armor of Luzi.
"Our reinforcements have finally arrived!"
As the voice echoed, Wang Jian, now covered in dark purple bruises, limped to report back to Luzi. After confirming General's safety once more, he collapsed onto the ground, no longer wanting to stand. He rested the Long Spear on his legs and clenched his fists with effort. His exhausted hands trembled slightly, unable to even fulfill this small thought.
Luzi, equally worn out, no longer cared about status and sat quietly beside Wang Jian, watching the Qin Army Soldiers pass by. In the distance, the Zhao Army camp was engulfed in smoke. With the addition of this new Qin army, the Zhao Xinjun, who had already occupied the high ground, was retreating steadily.
Li Xin soon joined them, sitting beside the two and glancing up at the resting veteran. Covered in blood and injuries, he stood in stark contrast to the well-dressed Qin Soldiers. Those who survived had to keep moving forward, driven only by past vows. The fallen warriors could never return home; they would be buried far from their homeland, their souls returning to their roots. Overwhelmed by memories of recent experiences that felt like a nightmare, Li Xin suddenly broke down in tears.
Luzi raised a hand to signal Wang Jian not to approach and comfort him; it was better for him to cry out his frustrations. Tears do not only signify weakness; sometimes they mark a person's growth. It is precisely because one has witnessed what was previously unimaginable and experienced what ordinary people cannot that one begins to understand.
Growth inherently requires enduring this cruel reality. Isn't it this very moment of tempering through trials that defines it? Watching the endless stream of fully armed young soldiers rush past, their excited expressions mirrored his own feelings when he first stepped onto the battlefield.
Before experiencing the trials of blood and fire, anyone can claim to be a man. Only after enduring unbearable pain does one realize how vast the gap between reality and dreams truly is. Only those who understand persistence and can ultimately stand tall have the right to proudly declare to anyone, "I am a man!"
Luzi patted Li Xin's shoulder and sighed deeply. "Those who are meant to leave will eventually go; those who are meant to stay will always remain. When I first heard this saying, I understood it merely on a superficial level. However! After undergoing this test of life and death, I now grasp its profound meaning."
Soldiers are a group of individuals with strong convictions! They remain calm even when faced with life-and-death choices!
Within this group, they recognize that a soldier's mission surpasses everything! They are willing to sacrifice their lives for it! They use their beliefs and courage to convey this message to future generations, hoping that these successors will carry it on. In a soldier's heart, there is no concept of life or death—only their mission!
Wang Jian wholeheartedly agreed with this sentiment; in his view, a soldier's mission should indeed be paramount. As he expressed his absolute support, he stood up and patted Li Xin's shoulder gently, offering a few words of comfort. Noticing the Governor fixated on the battlefield ahead, he suddenly remarked, "We initially sharpened our wits just to come here to Shangdang as generals; who knew the experience would be...!"
Luzi nodded in deep agreement. "If we hadn't come to be generals, perhaps we would only regret it for a few years. But having taken on this General's Seal makes us realize that not taking it would lead to a lifetime of regret! However, compared to General Wang Jian, I am merely a rookie."
Wang Jian found standing somewhat strenuous as he leaned on his Long Spear and gazed at the advancing Qin Army. "This is the war we dreamed of! Countless vibrant lives sacrificed for the God of War! This beautiful dream has been shattered by this process of mutual destruction among people! Everything that once was ultimately turns into mere dust. All that remains is a sigh that drifts away with the wind."
Luzi stood up next to Wang Jian and signaled for the Soldiers who had also stood up to continue sitting and resting. He told Wang Jian that the ultimate destination of life is to turn into a handful of yellow sand. The beauty of dreams lies in the awareness we share during our lifetime! It is not wrong to sacrifice our precious lives for the God of War, and as part of this, we should all bear this responsibility.
Fortunately, around us is a large group of brothers who share the same awareness; they are like-minded with us! They will step forward in your most dangerous moments, willing to sacrifice themselves to protect one another.
Aren't we all striving throughout our lives to find the true meaning of existence? The true meaning is actually quite simple! It has always been right beside us and has never left!
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