That black-armored Qin general, like a heavenly deity descending to earth, dropped from the sky and landed right before his horse!
"No--!"
Bao Yuan let out a shriek that did not sound human.
"BOOM!"
Wei Zhe's feet hit the ground, and the earth trembled violently. With his landing point as the center, spiderweb-like cracks spread outward in all directions.
That magnificent blood-sweat steed let out a miserable, plaintive cry, its front hooves going soft as its bones were literally shattered by this impact force, and it collapsed heavily to the ground!
Bao Yuan on the horse's back was thrown forward by the immense momentum, tumbling like a rolling gourd as he landed in a wretched state right at Wei Zhe's feet.
"General, spare my life! Spare my life!"
Bao Yuan was thoroughly terrified out of his wits; he could not even care about the pain all over his body, crawling on hands and knees to the front of Wei Zhe and kowtowing frantically.
"I surrender! I am willing to offer up Yiyang City! I am willing to be a beast of burden for the Great King! I only beg the general to spare my life!"
Snot and tears streamed down his face, and a pungent, foul odor drifted from his crotch as he had actually peed himself in fright.
Wei Zhe looked down at him from above, his gaze filled with utter contempt.
This was the High General of the Han State?
He slowly raised the Mo Dao in his hand.
"In your next life, don't be a general."
That icy voice was the last thing Bao Yuan heard.
"No!"
"SPLASH!"
A gleam of swords flashed.
A plump head, bearing an expression of terror and despair, soared into the sky.
Warm blood sprayed all over Wei Zhe.
Wei Zhe did not even look at the headless corpse. He reached out his left hand and precisely grabbed the head that was still rolling in midair.
He turned around, facing the entire chaotic battlefield.
He raised that still-dripping head high!
The Dragon Elephant Inner Force within his body surged frantically, gathering at his throat.
The next moment, a voice like a crashing thunderclap resounded through the entire Yiyang encampment!
"Bao Yuan, the Han general-in-chief, is dead!"
The voice rolled like a tide, instantly drowning out all the battle cries, screams, and wails on the battlefield.
The movements of both the Qin and Han soldiers currently engaged in slaughter all stalled.
Countless gazes snapped in unison toward the source of the voice.
They saw.
They saw that beneath the towering flames, that blood-drenched black-armored Qin general was like a fiend from hell, holding a blood-stained head high in his hand.
They were far too familiar with that head.
It was precisely their general-in-chief, Bao Yuan!
"Those who surrender will be spared!"
Wei Zhe's voice descended once more like divine punishment.
These four words became the final straw that crushed the camel.
"The general is dead..."
"The general-in-chief is dead!"
"We've lost! Run!"
The morale of the Han army hit absolute zero at this moment.
"CLANG!"
A Han soldier closest to them threw down the long sword in his hand and dropped to his knees.
This sound was like a signal.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Crisp sounds of weapons hitting the ground began to ring out one after another.
Starting from beneath Wei Zhe's feet, like a wave, it rapidly spread across the entire battlefield.
Batch after batch.
Hundreds and thousands of Han soldiers threw away their weapons, knelt desperately on the ground, and buried their heads as they wept bitterly.
A battle involving tens of thousands of people ended abruptly in such a dramatic fashion simply because of the existence of one person.
On the Qin side, the pursuit also ceased.
Shi Meng, Sun He, Qian Hu, Hu Lei, and all the Qin soldiers stared blankly at the figure standing in the center of the battlefield, alone amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Their minds went completely blank.
They had imagined countless ways to achieve victory.
A hard-fought victory, a great victory, or even a complete victory.
Yet they had never imagined it would be a victory like this.
One man, one formation, one general.
With the power of a single person, amidst tens of thousands of troops, he beheaded the enemy chieftain and shouted the entire army into surrender!
This was a myth!
This was a legend!
"Gulp."
Qian Hu swallowed hard, looking at Wei Zhe's back as he muttered to himself.
"Am... am I dreaming?"
Sun He's gaze had shifted from shock to fanatical worship. The hand gripping his spear trembled violently from excitement.
He knew he had bet correctly!
Following this man, he would witness an unprecedented legend!
Shi Meng stood on high ground, looking at the Han troops kneeling all over the ground and then gazing at Wei Zhe, who stood upright like a monument.
He drew in a fierce breath, then used every ounce of his strength to lift the giant axe in his hand high and let out a heaven-shaking roar!
"Wei Zhe!"
This roar shattered the dead silence of the battlefield.
"Wei Zhe!"
Sun He, Qian Hu, Hu Lei, and the hundred Tiger and Wolf Elite Warriors raised their weapons in unison, responding with hoarse yet fanatically passionate voices.
"Wei Zhe!"
"Wei Zhe!!"
"Wei Zhe!!!"
One voice turned into hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands!
At this moment, all the surviving Qin soldiers focused their gazes on that young Chieftain.
Their eyes were filled with awe, adoration, and fanaticism!
In the most primitive and direct way, they paid their highest respects to their hero!
The mountain-shaking shouts converged into an overwhelming wave of sound, echoing for a long time over this land that had just experienced baptism by blood and fire.
Every single Qin soldier used all their strength to roar this name.
Wei Zhe stood in place, letting that deafening wave of sound wash over him.
The Mo Dao in his hand was still dripping with blood.
At his feet lay the headless corpse of the Han general-in-chief, Bao Yuan, his eyes wide with unfulfilled grievance.
He felt the Dragon Elephant Inner Force within his body surging like the Yangtze River after his recent breakthrough.
His power was unprecedentedly formidable.
[Ding! Detected that host has achieved epic achievement: Ten Thousand Men Bow!] [Achievement Description: With the might of one man, behead the enemy chieftain amidst tens of thousands of troops, shout an entire army into surrender, and cause ten thousand men to prostrate. Your mighty reputation has reached its peak in this battle, making you a deity in the hearts of countless soldiers!] [Reward Issued: Tempering Points +10,000! Acquired special title: [Enemy of Ten Thousand]!]
A series of system prompt chimes exploded in his mind.
Wei Zhe's heart leaped violently.
Ten thousand Tempering Points!
And a special title!
He immediately calmed his mind to check out the so-called title.
[Title: Enemy of Ten Thousand (Novice)] [Effect: When you are on the battlefield, the morale of all friendly forces under your command increases by 20%, and all attributes increase by 5%. The morale of all enemy forces within a hundred zhang of you decreases by 10%, with a 5% chance of falling into a 'terror' state and abandoning resistance.]
Wei Zhe's breathing instantly grew somewhat rapid.
This... this was simply a divine skill for the battlefield!
Not only could it strengthen his own side, but it could also weaken the enemy, and even directly strip them of their fighting spirit!
This was far more terrifying than simply increasing strength and physique!
With this title, the Tiger and Wolf Army under his command would truly become an undefeated fierce army!
Just then, the mountain-shaking shouts gradually subsided.
The crowd parted to clear a path.
Chief Instructor Shi Meng strode over.
His wind-weathered and scar-covered face wore an expression of extreme complexity.
Shock, astonishment, wild joy, and even a trace of... awe.
He walked up to Wei Zhe and, instead of looking at him, lowered his head to glance at Bao Yuan's corpse on the ground.
Then he raised his head again, sweeping his gaze across the dense mass of tens of thousands of surrendered Han soldiers covering the ground who had completely lost their fighting spirit.
Finally, his gaze fell back onto Wei Zhe.
He remained silent for a long time, as if organizing his words.
"I've... fought wars for thirty years."
Shi Meng's voice was somewhat dry.
"I've seen General Meng Wu ride alone through a thousand men to shatter the Xiongnu royal court."
"I've also heard the legend of High General Wang Jian wiping out four hundred thousand Zhao troops amidst laughter and casual conversation."
"But I've... damn it, never in my life have I seen anyone like you!"
He reached out his cattail-fan-sized palm and slapped it heavily onto Wei Zhe's shoulder.
The force, sufficient to shatter metal and stone, landed on Wei Zhe like a stone sinking into the sea.
Wei Zhe's figure did not budge an inch.
Shi Meng's pupils contracted once more.
"Good lad!"
He pulled back his hand and burst into hearty laughter, his laughter filled with gratification.
"Your performance in this battle was too damn brilliant!"
"Previously, I was still wondering how to chew through the hard bone of Yiyang City with the minimum casualties."
"You, on the other hand, went ahead and directly slaughtered the owner of the bone!"
He stepped forward, lowering his voice to a volume that only the two of them could hear.
"Your merit is too great. So great that even I cannot contain it."
"Amidst tens of thousands of troops, beheading the enemy state's High General and shouting tens of thousands of enemy troops into surrender. This is no longer ordinary military achievement; this is the first merit of an enterprise that destroyed a state!"
"When dawn breaks, I will personally write the battle report, send it by eight-hundred-li urgent courier, and deliver it to General Meng Tian."
"An achievement like this is something only General Meng, or perhaps even that person inside Xianyang Palace, can adjudicate."
Wei Zhe did not speak, simply listening quietly.
He knew he had bet correctly.
"However..."
Shi Meng changed the subject, a sly smile appearing on his face.
"The reward of enfeoffment and becoming a general is not something I can give you."
"But within this Vanguard Camp, the authority to promote you to a Thousand-Man Commander is something I still possess!"
He abruptly turned around, facing Sun He, Qian Hu, and the others who had gathered around, as well as the Qin soldiers looking over with fanatical gazes.
Clearing his throat, he used all his strength to loudly announce.
"Hear my command!"
"Tiger and Wolf Army acting Chieftain Wei Zhe, decisive in the heat of battle, valorous beyond compare, beheading the enemy chieftain Bao Yuan, has achieved peerless merit!"
"As of this moment, Wei Zhe is promoted to—"
He deliberately dragged out his voice, keeping everyone in intense suspense.
"Thousand-Man Commander!"
"BOOM!"
These two words were like a giant boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand layers of waves.
"Thousand-Man Commander!"
"My god! Boss has become a Thousand-Man Commander!"
Qian Hu and Hu Lei's faces flushed red with excitement, and they almost jumped up.
Sun He also wore an expression of reflected glory, heavily striking his own chest armor with a dull thud.
From a raw recruit to a Hundred-Man Commander, and then to a true Thousand-Man Commander!
How long had it been?
Less than three months!
In the army of Great Qin, this was an unprecedented promotion speed! It could be called a miracle!
Yet, what Shi Meng said next made everyone draw in a sharp breath of cold air.
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