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Suddenly, it started to rain, right when the sun was shining brightly. A single drop fell from the sky, followed by a shower of pea-sized raindrops. When they hit someone, it was mistaken for splattered blood. Along with the raindrops came arrows glinting with Cold Light.
As lives flickered out like shooting stars, the sun shower fell without warning. The Feathered Arrows flew horizontally, hanging on the sharp Sentry, slicing through the rain and shattering a cascade of Droplets. They struck their intended targets without any intention of turning back.
On the city walls, members of the Arrow Formation occasionally fell to arrows, while Luzi, hiding behind the battlements to avoid the arrows, felt as if his heart was bleeding. The Qin Army's Arrow Formation lacked its own defensive system; it relied on the powerful range of Crossbows to attack in place of defense. Once the distance between enemies closed in, they could only rely on the courage of Soldiers to withstand the incoming arrows.
Due to the terrain, the Qin Army's long-range capabilities were greatly diminished. Although they inevitably inflicted significant casualties on the Zhao Army, their close proximity forced them to endure. Some crossbow bolts even pierced through two targets, maintaining their momentum. However, compared to the arrows fired by the enemy, casualties within the established Qin Garrison's Arrow Formation were also rising sharply.
Knowing that a confrontation using arrows would lead to such outcomes, all defending soldiers still chose to maintain their Arrow Formation. This was due to the slow firing rate of Crossbows, which could not be quickly reloaded like bows and arrows. Everyone understood that without cooperation in the Arrow Formation, the results would be dire. Fighting individually would not only fail to exert pressure on the Zhao Army but would also expose the slow firing rate of Crossbows.
Just yesterday evening, Luzi had wanted to voice objections regarding this defensive strategy. However, upon seeing the determined gazes of his fellow generals, he realized they were all prepared—ready to face impending death.
A song had long circulated among the Qin Army; he could no longer remember how it went. In Luzi's memory, he first heard it softly sung by Meng Wu. The second time was when he heard Wang Jian sing it.
Luzi did not know how to sing this military song because it seemed too rough and lacked melody to him. But at that moment, as he watched Soldiers in the Arrow Formation fall one after another yet continue to switch ranks in an orderly manner, he suddenly understood what a military song truly meant. It was a noble spirit baptized by blood and youth without regrets; it did not need any melody to fully embody passionate aspirations—the true battle song!
Luzi couldn't recall all the lyrics of the battle song and could only hum along based on his memory as he sought its rhythm. As others joined in, the lyrics were soon filled in. Thus, a complete military song echoed along the City Wall and transformed into a grand chorus at that moment of close combat.
When the resonant Qin Army battle song rang out from the blood-stained West Rampart, any possibility of breaching the city was instantly nullified. The Qin Garrison used their roars and short weapons to thwart Zhao Army's initial fierce assault and regained firm control over their defensive structures.
Hundreds of Qin Army soldiers were inspired by their faith and fearless courage as they successfully repelled Zhao Army's overwhelming pressure from earlier. Watching as what had once seemed an unstoppable tide receded, cheers erupted throughout Bastion City.
"The Zhao Army has retreated! The Zhao Army has retreated! The Qin Army will prevail! The Qin Army will prevail!"
"Brother! If I fall on the path of charge, remember to stop and look at me. Do not worry about who stays or who goes; it is merely a journey through this world. If I still have breath left, make sure to hold my hand tightly. Even if it means blocking arrows for you, I will have no regrets. Just to prove that I once existed! My brother! Hold my hand! Let us march forward! Facing the enemy's flying arrows, forward! Again, forward! Even if my heart no longer beats, I will still watch our flag planted in the enemy's City Wall by your hand! My brother! Hold my hand! Let us march forward! Facing the enemy's flying arrows, forward! Again, forward!"
Due to concerns about the long-range accuracy of the Qin State Crossbow, Zhao Sheng and Wei Wujie did not dare to stand atop the mountain to observe the battle. Listening to Shanxia's overly dramatic horn carried by the wind and rain, they exchanged glances.
Who wrote this song!? Is it even a song? My goodness! It's terrible!
A torrential downpour arrived unexpectedly, turning the mountain into a network of streams. Mist filled the forest, mingling with the heavy scent of blood and earth that scattered with the wind, making it impossible to identify what it was amidst the rain. Those standing in the rain could not help but vomit.
Just moments ago, the sun was blinding and hard to look at; now it had vanished without them noticing. Dark clouds obscured all surrounding mountaintops and pressed downwards, making one feel as if they could reach out and touch the sky.
Huddled under a Hat, Zhao Sheng squinted at the Zhao Army camp that flickered in and out of view through the rain and mist; the rain was so heavy that even breathing felt laborious. He immediately ordered the entire army to temporarily cease their attack and return to their respective camps, instructing each unit to quickly check their camp's terrain. Any tents set up in low-lying areas needed to be moved to higher ground to prevent flooding.
As it has been said since ancient times, water and fire are merciless. When one truly experiences it firsthand, it is too late for regrets!
To avoid such accidents, Zhao Sheng subsequently sent scouts out into the rain to survey the terrain around their encampment, preventing any potential damming lakes from forming. This heavy rain was no joke; once flooding occurred, it would be troublesome!
If heaven unleashed its wrath, no one would be spared!
Wei Wujie, who deeply understood this sentiment, did not dare to take chances either. Seeing Zhao Sheng anxiously issuing water avoidance orders, he quickly informed his retainers to relocate immediately. As for where to move, naturally higher ground was preferable! The rainy season had already begun; sudden mountain floods could strike without warning. One might find themselves swept back to Wei Kingdom in an instant—this was no laughing matter!
The unexpected downpour also caught the Qin Garrison in Bastion City off guard. Since this Stone City was not built by the Qin People, Luzi naturally did not dare trust its sturdiness too much. They quickly regrouped their remaining forces and ordered their subordinates to clean up the battlefield as swiftly as possible. Anyone still alive—whether Qin Yong or Zhao Soldier—was to be carried off the city wall for treatment.
Concerned that his subordinates might revert to their old habits of killing captives, he issued a stern warning alongside his orders for rescue: no one was allowed to kill prisoners. The desperate fighting just now was due to each side serving their masters; there were no clear right or wrongs. However, once combatants lost their fighting capability, they were no longer enemies. We acted on humanitarian grounds to save lives; there was nothing wrong with that!
Luzi is not a military person, so there is really no need for him to say such things. Soldiers are trained to obey orders as their duty; he only needs to issue a command to have all the Soldiers follow it without question.
Old General Li Li, however, is part of this circle. When he understood the Governor's intention, he immediately rephrased it as an order and issued it down the chain, resolving all issues effortlessly.
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