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Wang Jian looked up at the falling snow in the night, suddenly feeling a special sense of ease. If this action led to the death of the entire team, then the secret in his heart would vanish into thin air. He suddenly understood why Luzi never wanted to inquire about secrets; even when asked about that legendary family, he only touched on it lightly. It turned out that keeping a secret was such a heavy burden. Had he known this earlier, it would have been better not to know anything at all!
Li Xin lay in the snow pit with his hands tucked in, staring unblinkingly at the snowflakes falling from the sky. He remembered being forced to train by his father as a child, looking up at the pure white snowflakes in the same way. If he blinked because a snowflake fell into his eye, he would at least receive five strikes on his palm. If he secretly blew the falling snowflakes away with his mouth, he would earn ten strikes!
He gritted his teeth and persevered, slowly growing up. Until one day, when this skill proved to keep him alive against enemies, suddenly, his father's angry expression became so amiable.
It turned out that only through enduring pain could one create the most beautiful memories in life. Those past experiences would only make you live stronger! It was just that the strict father hoped his child could always push open the door and return home after each expedition... Thinking of this, Li Xin's eyes suddenly became moist.
"General! It's almost time!" With Chang Yu's reminder, the three generals who were lost in their thoughts returned to reality.
Luzi jumped up to look at the waiting brothers and took a deep breath. Lowering his voice, he said, "When dawn breaks, our army will once again launch a strong crossing of the Dan Shui River. At that moment, whether we can ensure the main force crosses successfully depends on you! As long as we can hold on until noon! That is victory! Brothers, do you have confidence?!"
"Yes!"
The response was small but ignited a fierce fighting spirit.
Luzi suddenly waved his hand. "Target! The command post of the Zhao Army! Move out!"
...
Meng Wu, responsible for supporting the reconnaissance team, had waited almost all night on the opposite bank but did not see any familiar figures appear. Anxiously rushing to the commander's tent, he reported to General Wang He that Luzi had not returned on time.
Wang He, who had risen early, heard this news and broke the brush he was holding in anger. He loudly ordered all generals to come to the main tent for orders. Once the generals arrived, he issued a death order for crossing the Dan Shui River. No matter what it took, they must cross by noon. Anyone who had not crossed by then would be brought before him!
After Meng Wu and the other generals left with their orders, worried about Luzi's safety, he proactively offered to lead his troops across the river. This crossing involved elite soldiers; it shouldn't be so easy for the Zhao Army to annihilate them completely. However, danger was certainly present since the movements of the Zhao Army on the opposite bank had already proven they had discovered this Qin Army squad.
Wang He initially did not intend to let Meng Wu cross because of the fierce fire from Zhao Army's catapults. "General Meng! The crossing troops have already been arranged; you don't need to go."
Hearing this, Meng Wu still resolutely requested permission. "General! Luzi needs help!"
Wang He looked at Meng Wu with a determined gaze and finally nodded. "Go! Be sure to pay attention to safety!"
"Thank you!" Meng Wu stood tall and saluted the beloved Commander. "If I can't bring back General Lu, I won't return! Take care of yourself!"
...
When Meng Wu arrived near the Dan Shui River crossing, the Qin Army had already completed a large-scale assembly in preparation for action. Everyone was waiting for the sound of the War Drum to signal the charge, then they would advance fearlessly into the enemy's fierce artillery fire! Forward! Forward! Again, forward!
Cross the Dan River! Liberate all of Shangdang!
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Cross the Dan River! Liberate all of Shangdang!
As commands were passed back, the nearly frozen blood surged with heat. When a spark of fire gathered, it illuminated the riverbank as bright as day.
At this moment, the opposite bank remained quiet as usual. For the defending Zhao Army, the Qin Army was merely committing suicide. Not to mention crossing over to this side; only those who were exceptionally handsome could even reach the center of the river!
The Zhao Army, having received news, was also prepared, gripping their Crossbows and quietly watching the opposite bank. They knew that a large number of Qin Army soldiers were already ambushed in the trees across from them.
Now reinforced, Zhao General Zhao Feng was filled with confidence, commanding eight hundred Crossbowmen! Although he had been held accountable for allowing Qin Army scouts to infiltrate his defense zone, fortunately, he had escaped punishment due to wartime conditions. If this defense proved effective, he could redeem himself!
A thick board hitting his backside was no joke!
Zhao Feng squinted at the still riverbank and then reached for the breakfast brought by his Soldiers, taking a bite. Always eating from the same pot as his men, he would have the Supply Troops mix his rations with those of the other Soldiers. The saying about sharing hardships probably referred to moments like this!
As he took a bite of breakfast that clearly had a moldy taste, Zhao Feng suppressed his urge to spit it out. He cursed angrily, "Damn it! I haven't been shot dead by the arrows of the Qin People, but I've been poisoned by my own food!" Just as he was about to find some fresh curses to utter, he heard a rolling thunderous sound coming from across the river, growing closer. He hurriedly dropped his rice ball and shouted loudly, "All troops listen clearly! Drop your dung balls! Prepare for battle!"
With a battlefield joke echoing, the soldiers burst into laughter, shouting, "Throw away the big pile of dung! Prepare for battle!"
...
The camp responsible for commanding the Catapult troops was situated on a hillside, allowing a clear view of the flowing Dan Shui River ahead. As distant thunder rolled in, an officer in the artillery command post stretched lazily. "Younger Ones! Thunder in winter! Time to get up and pee!"
"That doesn't sound like thunder!" came a response with a Qin State accent as Luzi stepped in, holding a long sword.
There was no need to hear his voice; just looking at his military uniform made it clear who he was. The Zhao Officer reached for the Bronze Sword hanging at his waist but heard a warning.
"Don't move!" Li Xin aimed his bow and arrow at the would-be attacker. "I can shoot you with three arrows in one go; try me if you don't believe it!"
There were four Zhao Army soldiers in the command post, but they could be described as unarmed. After all, this was the rear; who would have thought the Qin Army would send someone to risk occupying this place? The Zhao Officer glanced outside and then looked at the scout leader sitting down on a wooden stool. "Aren't you afraid of dying? Do you know where this is?"
Luzi picked up the breakfast left on the table, sniffed it, and tossed it back into the basket. With a cold snort, he said, "Eating these stale grains all day! Aren't you afraid of an upset stomach? If we were afraid of dying, we wouldn't have come! No need to look outside; this area already belongs to the Qin Army."
The Zhao Officer scoffed. "Brother Scout! I'll pretend you haven't been here; just hurry up and leave!"
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