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The Protective Mirror shimmered with a silvery glow under the moonlight, as if a righteous energy was leaping forth. Luzi let out a sigh of relief, shaking his head and not reaching out to take it. As the saying goes, a gentleman does not take away another's love. Such legendary artifacts are always cherished by their holders as if they were their own lives.
Seeing that Luzi would not accept it, Bai Qi had no choice but to slightly bow and press the bronze mirror into Luzi's hands. However, he exerted too much force and inadvertently aggravated his wound, causing him to gasp in pain. After adjusting his breathing several times, he finally spoke:
"My brother owes his life to Luzi's rescue, having survived death twice. If I had died back then, this divine object would no longer be able to protect me. Tomorrow, the two armies of Qin Zhao will go to battle, and life and death hang by a thread. Please keep it with you, as it means my brother will also fight alongside you for our Qin State!"
Upon hearing the address without any official title, Luzi realized he had misunderstood Bai Qi earlier. Initially, seeing Bai Qi struggling with his thoughts, he had assumed Bai Qi was internally conflicted due to the impending defeat of the Qin Army. Now it seemed that Bai Qi was actually grappling with whether or not to forgive someone.
No matter who replaces Bai Qi in the future, he would ultimately have no connection with the Qin Army anymore. This farewell would be eternal; from now on, he could only brush past the dreams of this life. Although this was an inevitable trend, facing such a harsh reality was something anyone would find difficult to accept.
The inevitability of fate is often too abstract, while the subsequent successors naturally become targets of resentment for those who have been replaced. It could be said that they are sworn enemies or understood as the instigators of this situation.
This must be the helplessness of life; one is always forced to passively accept realities that are hard to bear. Especially for those who have devoted their entire lives to their dreams, stripping away hope feels worse than killing them on the spot!
Luzi firmly decided that he would not accept anything without merit; besides, this bronze mirror was a divine artifact entrusted to Bai Qi by his master. Yet he was genuinely worried about not being able to defeat Zhao Kuo, so he resolutely stated that this treasure was merely borrowed and would be returned immediately after the battle.
Seeing Luzi's determination, Bai Qi had no choice but to agree. For this reason, Bai Qi did not explain that this mirror was actually called the War God Mirror. The Yellow Emperor had hoped that his Eight Divisions Legion would be invincible like a war god. This mirror existed solely for warfare, just like the war god of the former Qin State. If removed from the battlefield, the War God Mirror would lose its purpose.
Unaware of the mirror's backstory, Luzi felt deeply regretful for Bai Qi's trust in him. He looked down at the Protective Mirror in his hands and said with embarrassment, "I never expected trust between people could be so difficult!"
Having completely let go of his psychological burden, Bai Qi felt relaxed at this moment; what is meant to happen will happen! I became a general of the Qin Army at fourteen and have now reached the position of Commander; I should be content with that. Hearing Luzi mention trust issues now made him smile and shake his head.
"Everyone hopes to be exceptionally clever so they can accurately predict futures that others cannot see through yet. But if one truly is exceptionally clever, they will realize it is an unbearable pain. We clearly know the outcome but insist on telling ourselves that it is all false. If that's the case, what is the point of being clever!? It’s better to eat when it's time to eat and sleep when it's time to sleep; let’s worry about things when they come!"
Luzi nodded with a smile and raised his right hand to take a look. "We all want to seize our own destiny and will go to great lengths for it. In the end, we realize that fate is not something we can control. Year after year, spring fades and autumn comes. Even if the facts are prolonged, they always come back around!"
Bai Qi looked at the bonfire extending to the horizon and laughed, "Smart person! Hmph! It’s truly laughable! If it weren't for these matters, perhaps we could have been friends!"
Luzi gazed at the Qin Army camp that stretched endlessly and said earnestly, "We are not friends; we are brothers! Together through thick and thin! Brothers who share life and death!"
...
The words from last night still echoed in his ears; even after two hours, it felt as if it had just happened. Still moved by it, Luzi reached to touch the Protective Mirror pressed against his chest, its warmth instantly bringing tears to his eyes.
"Grand Commander! We are about to charge!"
Boom! Boom! Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!
As the first War Drum was struck by Bai Qi on the high slope, the exhilarating sound of the War Drum resonated throughout the area. At the same time, drums from various Qin Army camps on the surrounding hills also began to beat. The rhythm rose and fell, as if echoing in everyone's hearts.
Hearing the drumbeats, the Qin Army surged from all directions, breaking through the encirclement towards the central area stained dark purple with blood. Along with the marching drums came the thunderous roar of the Qin State's Arrow Formation...
When the first light of dawn appeared, the Zhao Army had already consumed everything edible. Following Grand Commander Zhao Kuo's orders, all military supplies were discarded; they carried nothing but weapons.
Considering that a quick maneuver was necessary for breaking through, even heavily wounded soldiers were left behind as supplies. It would be unacceptable to simply abandon them to the Qin Army. Zhao Kuo, who allowed no one to surrender, informed the wounded that the Qin Army never left survivors.
Lightly wounded soldiers who could wield weapons stayed with the group; otherwise, they were left behind. All those remaining had one choice: to take their own lives or be killed. If they couldn't do it themselves, they could ask their brothers for help in departing this world.
Zhao Kuo, who was required to complete this task before dawn, walked to the entrance of the Main Tent, donning his helmet and armor as he faced the first light of day. Taking a deep breath to steady his mind, he reluctantly glanced back at the familiar military tents and the tidy environment he had organized.
Though he had only stayed for a short time, it already felt like home. Farewell!
Without looking back, Zhao Kuo strode over to his warhorse. He lovingly reached out to stroke its shiny coat and said, "Old buddy! Help me bring our Zhao warriors back home!" With that, he mounted the horse.
"Set off!"
"Grand Commander is leaving the camp!"
Thanks to Zhao Kuo being a top graduate from the Cavalry Academy, he understood the importance of warhorses and ordered the Soldiers to kill their horses. Whether breaking through or launching an assault, Soldiers without their horses could barely run far. A soldier without a horse was like a scarecrow stuck in place, waiting to be targeted by the Qin Army's Cavalry.
Just last night, Zhao Kuo, already familiar with the encirclement of the Qin Army, informed the generals gathered for the pre-battle meeting. The entire army's breakout should head in four directions: south, north, west, and east. Based on the Qin Army's defensive layout, it was clear that the northern route was the most heavily guarded.
Because north was the direction home for Zhao Army!
Disregarding the Generals' objections, Zhao Kuo personally led the northern troops to break through in the direction set by the Qin Army in the north. The reason for their opposition was that breaking out to the north was tantamount to suicide. Fearing a large-scale breakout by Zhao Army, the Qin Army had already stationed their elite Qin First Division at the northern Defensive Formation.
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