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Wei Wujie, dressed in the Zhao Army's military uniform, was the first to reach the high ground, having secured first place in the earlier race. Looking back at the Zhao Army left behind, a surge of pride welled up within him. Just as he began to feel triumphant, he suddenly noticed something. He focused ahead and discovered that the mountaintop was filled with the battle flags of the Qin Army.
If it were someone else, they would first question why the Qin Army was present here. However, Wei Wujie had no doubts; in his view, wasn't this where they were supposed to fight the Qin Army? Since they were here, he might as well charge in and eliminate them without letting a single one escape!
"Brothers! There’s a Qin Army ahead! Follow me!"
Wei Wujie swung his whip and urged his horse down the mountain for a decisive attack. Fortunately, his retainer reacted quickly; otherwise, Wei Wujie might have rushed into action prematurely. The retainer grabbed Young Master Wei's horse reins and shook his head, signaling that it was unwise to proceed like that. Then he exchanged glances with Wei Wujie, urging him to look back first.
Hearing the reminder, Wei Wujie was about to curse but turned around to see that everyone following him was indeed his own men. The Zhao Army that had been desperately racing earlier had all stopped at the foot of the hill and hadn’t caught up.
As they began to form ranks, the Infantry Phalanx quickly took shape. The Cavalry Unit split to either side, each finding their respective troops to protect the flanks of the formation. Once the military formation was set up, Zhao Xinjun's commander, Zhao Sheng, leisurely rode into view to inspect his troops.
Zhao Sheng's pride was not only heartfelt but also meant to showcase the military strength of Zhao State to Wei Wujie, who stood atop the mountain. As it is said, a regular army must follow orders; this moment exemplified that! If everyone ran off on their own without coordination, how would they be any different from bandits?
After inspecting the troops, Zhao Sheng nodded in satisfaction and then seemed to notice Wei Wujie with his thousand or so men. He called out towards the mountain, "Young Master Wei! The army has traveled a long way and should establish defenses here to prevent a surprise attack from the enemy. Why did you run up the mountain alone? How is the view from up there?"
Wei Wujie looked around and realized that aside from his retainer, there were no other Zhao Army soldiers with him. Turning back towards the fluttering flags of the Qin Army Camp, he abandoned his idea of attacking and angrily descended to argue with Zhao Sheng.
"Shanxia discovered that the Qin Army is busy setting up defenses; our army should take advantage of their unsteady position and launch an attack! If only..."
Zhao Sheng raised his hand to interrupt him. "We will discuss whether to fight or not later. Our army has just arrived and is too fatigued. The Qin Army is prepared and waiting; we cannot engage them now!"
Still unwilling to relent, Wei Wujie immediately volunteered for action. "Grand Commander! Give me ten thousand troops! We will capture the Qin Army Camp before nightfall!"
Qin Army Camp!?
Zhao Sheng was slightly taken aback, but soon understood that the large camp Wei Wujie mentioned actually referred to the two Bastion Cities of Shanxia. Unable to help but smile, he ordered the entire army to rest in place. He led his warhorse out and informed Wei Wujie that it was not a large camp, but rather the two Stone Cities built by General Lian back in the day.
Following Zhao Sheng, Wei Wujie climbed back to the mountaintop under the protection of the Guard and looked out. Zhao Sheng pointed at the Bastion City filled with Qin Army battle flags and then at a section of stone wall hidden in the dense forest, slowly explaining it to Wei Wujie.
In those years, this place had stationed hundreds of thousands of our Zhao Army main forces. Now, looking at the desolate site where the Zhao Army once resided, how could one not feel endless sorrow!
However, Wei Wujie, who was only focused on fighting, had no time to indulge in such emotions; this was a time of war! Instead of lamenting, it would be better to return home right now! So he steered their conversation back on track, pointing at the busy Qin Army within the Bastion City, reminding, “Let’s send troops to attack! While they haven’t set up yet!”
As the Chief of Staff, if Wei Wujie had suggested it, perhaps Zhao Sheng would have dispatched a small force to test the firepower of Qin State. But now it sounded as if he was giving orders; how could he be willing to listen? Squinting at the fluttering flags of the West Rampart, he said, “If we hadn’t encountered this Qin Army, we would have crossed over the Bastion City without resting. Since we’ve met the Qin Army, we need to take a moment to regroup!”
Just moments ago, he had rushed like a rabbit to rescue Zhao Kuo's Army, but now faced with the Qin Army, he had calmed down!
Suppressing his anger, Wei Wujie asked, “So when are we going to capture the two Fortifications?”
Zhao Sheng did not answer this question but instead stared at the completely still East Wall, falling silent. If the Qin Army heard that Zhao State had sent troops to approach Shangdang, they would surely dispatch their main forces to intercept. If that were true, both the east and west fortifications should have defenders.
However! Now there was only a presence of the Qin Army in the West Fortress City! How could this not be puzzling!?
As he slowly articulated this point, Wei Wujie couldn’t help but curl his lip. He had heard before that Zhao Sheng was indecisive in critical situations; it seemed true now! What did it matter whether there were people or not!? We have over two hundred thousand troops behind us! Wouldn’t sending someone up to check clarify everything!?
Looking down at his own Zhao Army attire and quietly listening to all of this rambling, he finally said, “Isn’t this obvious!? The people below don’t know our army is approaching! They might just be a reconnaissance unit from the Qin Army, anyway; their numbers can’t be many!”
Hearing this, Zhao Sheng nodded in agreement.
Wei Wujie, sensing the atmosphere had calmed down, quickly took the opportunity to say, "Grand Commander! How about this: let me take a few thousand troops down to probe the Qin People's situation?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng was reminded of a story he had heard from a Retainer back in the country, a tale concerning Xingling Jun.
At that time, the tens of thousands of Wei Army soldiers who agreed to secretly attack Wild King City were commanded by General Jin Bi of Wei Kingdom. Unexpectedly, this secret matter became a joke among the various Feudal States due to Wei Wujie's high-profile appearance.
Wei Wujie, who had always wanted to lead an army and experience being a general, questioned Jin Bi's command ability when the Wei Army was unable to make progress after prolonged attacks. He would visit Jin Bi every day, nagging about how they should fight. Finally, Jin Bi, fed up with his persistence, gave Wei Wujie five thousand troops to let him try things his way.
The outcome was predictable; those who followed Young Master Wei for the trial were completely annihilated. Not a single one survived, not even a wounded soldier. The way he managed to turn the battle into such a disaster was nothing short of miraculous!
Since then, whenever the Wei Army saw this Wuji Young Master, it was as if they encountered an omen—though not the kind that would be ominous for enemies! Zhao Sheng thought about this and turned to glance at the oblivious person involved in this legend, shaking his head and smiling.
One must have self-awareness in dealing with others; at the very least, one should know how much they can handle! Clearly not suited to be a general but insisting on taking on that role would endanger many lives! War is not child's play; once lives are lost, there’s no do-over. It’s a matter of life and death! It could very well lead to the downfall of armies and nations!
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