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Li Xin hurriedly sought out Meng Wu after observing the enemy situation at the front. He had something to discuss with General Meng. It wasn't because the Zhao Army was preparing to charge; they had been quiet since finishing lunch.
Standing at the Qin Army's camp fortifications and looking at the Zhao Army's works just over a hundred meters away, he felt a sense of unease. Additionally, some soldiers reported that the Zhao Army was logging in Shanxia, indicating they were planning for a prolonged battle. A prolonged battle would be ideal; as long as the Qin Army could hold out for four days, with the main forces arriving, Old Horse Ridge would soon become a stronghold. However, it seemed that the Zhao Army had no intention of playing a defensive game.
Before Meng Wu could ask anything, Li Xin began to speak rapidly about everything on his mind. Nodding in acknowledgment of the facts, Meng Wu asked, "What are your thoughts?"
"What thoughts could I have?" Li Xin replied immediately, asserting that regardless of what the Zhao Army intended, organizing a defensive counterattack was imperative. The advantage of their army lay in distance; if the Zhao Army broke through and closed in, that advantage would be lost. The urgent task was to crush the temporary fortifications built by the Zhao Army; even if they logged wood, it would be useless!
"I may not be talented, but I am willing to personally lead an assault team over there. If I fail to complete the mission, let Military Law take its course!"
Hearing Li Xin's declaration, Meng Wu suddenly asked, "If I agree, how will you lead your men to charge over?"
That question truly caught Li Xin off guard!
The Zhao Army was not without long-range weapons; their previous losses were due to insufficient range of their crossbows. If he recklessly led a charge, their existing advantages would quickly turn into disadvantages. Next would come the slaughter of Qin Army soldiers by the Zhao Army, resulting in a one-sided battle.
"What do you mean...?"
Meng Wu did not answer but walked over to take a look at Li Xin's Family Heirloom Bow. He reached out and pulled on the bowstring but couldn't draw it fully back. After coughing twice, he said, "Hmm! This is indeed a fine bow! Well-crafted and superbly made!"
Only among comrades could one have such an opportunity. If it were someone else, they wouldn't even be allowed to touch it! Li Xin's mind was clearly not on this matter and didn't notice Meng Wu struggling with the bow. He casually replied, "Just this little ancestral skill; I hope General Meng won't find it laughable."
Meng Wu returned the bow and said, "Our crossbow's advantage lies in distance; its drawback is its slow rate of fire. For this reason, the advantages of bows remain irreplaceable."
Li Xin immediately supported this statement. "I love hearing that; it's simply the truth! However, it seems we weren't discussing this issue just now?"
Meng Wu suddenly revealed a mysterious smile, looking around to ensure no one was watching before speaking. The fortifications of the Zhao Army outside must be destroyed, but there was no need to send an assault team to the enemy camp. It only required a specific approach.
The carefully selected Archers quickly took their positions, with only one mission: to provide maximum cover for the safety of the assault team. They were to shoot at any movement they saw without needing to report back. In short, apart from their own people, no other moving targets were allowed.
Drizzle! This was what they had trained for!
With the cover already arranged, it was now up to them! Meng Wu patted Li Xin, who was carrying a quiver of arrows, and nodded in acknowledgment.
Victory or defeat hinged on this moment! They absolutely could not let the Li Family's reputation falter here! As the camp gate opened, Li Xin led the charge, being the first to rush out. Eight soldiers closely followed him, each carrying several bamboo tubes and even leaving behind their weapons to lighten their load.
The Zhao Army camp also had Observation Posts, and their orders were to remain still. At that moment, seeing the wooden door of the Qin Army Camp open, they forgot all about the battlefield rules and instinctively wanted to shout a warning to prepare for battle, but found themselves unable to make a sound.
Frustrated Zhao Army soldiers watched as another arrow struck an Observation Post, causing it to tilt downwards. They sighed collectively and rushed over to help, only to realize that it was too late for that individual. Looking at each other, they wondered who would be on duty next, reading fear of death in each other's eyes.
But now was not the time for anyone to avoid their watch duties out of fear; once orders were given about who would take watch next, they had no choice but to face it head-on. These so-called Observation Posts were not fixed positions to prevent the enemy from predicting their patterns.
Several observation points were established in adjacent areas where personnel could freely switch positions to monitor the situation outside. They could observe however they wished but could not hide away without taking a look.
The Zhao Army's defensive line actually had several such observation points but was simultaneously suffering varying degrees of attacks. As more bodies were carried away, the only surviving Centurion within the Defensive Formation suddenly realized that the Qin Army must be making a move. He shouted loudly for everyone to prepare for battle and ordered that more personnel be sent to the observation points.
After some competition, the movements of the Qin Army were finally detected by the Zhao Army. Amid loud warnings, Zhao Army soldiers began gathering towards the Qin Army's assault point. When someone spotted Qin Soldiers carrying several bamboo tubes across from them, they shouted in panic.
The vanguard of the Qin Army did not carry such military equipment; those bamboo tubes filled with liquid actually belonged to the Zhao Army. Not knowing what their own items were would be a tremendous embarrassment!
The bamboo tubes were filled with highly flammable oil!
The defensive fortifications that had been built were not easy to construct; they were essentially piled up with snow and the bodies of fallen comrades. Once this sticky, inextinguishable liquid fire ignited, the entire wall would be reduced to nothing in less than half an hour! If they truly lost this place that could withstand arrows, those who remained would either be burned alive or shot dead.
"Get up there! Stop them!"
Frantic voices rose and fell, yet effective resistance could not be mounted. As the enemy target drew closer, they could almost make out their faces. Anger and helplessness surged in their expressions, and sweat broke out on their foreheads.
Sixty meters! Fifty meters! Forty meters! Thirty meters!
These bamboo tubes filled with oil had a certain weight, so there was no need to rush into the Defensive Formation. As long as the distance was sufficient, they could be thrown directly in. This deadly issue was well understood not only by the Qin Soldiers but also by the Zhao Army Soldiers. They only needed to let this assault team get a little closer, and then it would be a sea of flames!
"Kill them!"
More than twenty Zhao Army Soldiers shouted as they jumped out of cover under the heavy protection of the Zhao Army's projectile weapons. Wielding Short Spears, they charged fiercely at the Qin Army assault team, determined not to let them get any closer, even if it meant mutual destruction!
Both sides had reached a life-and-death moment; hesitation was no longer allowed. Life flashed by in an instant, leaving no room for concern! The Qin Army Archers who had followed the assault team out of camp realized the situation and could no longer afford to hide. Forgetting their own safety, they stood up and aimed at the Zhao Army Soldiers rushing out.
Their appearance was immediately spotted by the eager Zhao Army Crossbowmen, who finally waited for them! They unleashed their long-prepared hatred, letting loose a torrent of vengeful fury.
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