Military Report Reaches Xianyang, Ying Zheng's Shock

"Also, seal this battle report and this record of merits with the most secure wax seal! Select three hundred of the finest knights and send it to Xianyang via express courier, eight hundred li in a day!"

"Tell them, men may die and horses may fall, but this military report must reach the King's hands within three days!"

"Understood!" The personal guard received the order and rushed out.

Watching his father regain that decisive and resolute demeanor, Meng Tian's heart settled.

"Father, about the southern front..."

Meng Wu walked to the sand table. He looked at the position representing Yiyang, his eyes bursting with terrifying brilliance.

"The plan has changed."

He reached out and swept away the small black flags representing the feigned attack on Zhao State!

Then, he forcefully planted a red command arrow on the border between Qin and Han!

"I thought Shi Meng and the others had only opened a crack for us."

"I never expected this kid called Wei Zhe to completely kick down the entire gate of Han State for me!"

"Yiyang is already within our grasp! Han State's eastern defense line has been completely breached!"

His voice became incredibly impassioned, filled with the grim and murderous aura of war!

"Issue my command!"

"You are ordered to depart immediately, no need to wait! Lead fifty thousand cavalry and advance at full speed from the southern front!"

"Tell the soldiers not to spare the horses! I want you at the gates of Xinzheng within five days!"

"And relay another order! Tell High General Wang Jian's unit to stop entangled with Li Mu! Leave a detachment to contain him, and the main force of two hundred thousand troops, turn immediately and press hard from the western front!"

"Advance from both east and west, attacking from two sides! I want to leave the King of Han with no chance to escape!"

Meng Tian's heart pounded violently.

He knew that because of Wei Zhe alone, the progress of this war of annihilation had been greatly accelerated.

The original plan of "Borrow the Path to Conquer Guo" had transformed into a genuine "thunderous strike"!

"Father!" Meng Tian suddenly knelt on one knee and clasped his fists heavily, "This subordinate requests to be the vanguard, to take the King of Han's head for the King!"

"Go!"

Meng Wu looked at his spirited son, his eyes filled with pride.

"Remember, when you reach the southern front, find that kid called Wei Zhe."

His tone became somewhat subtle.

"Take a good look for me, to see what kind of person he truly is."

"Is he human, a demon, or... a god."

"This subordinate obeys!"

Meng Tian rose, turned, and strode out of the command tent.

Outside the tent, the desolate sound of the horn had already risen to the sky.

The Great Qin Empire, this terrifying war machine, had finally bared its most ferocious fangs at this moment.

And the instigator, Wei Zhe, was currently standing at the foot of Yiyang City.

Behind him were densely packed Han soldiers who had surrendered, their expressions complex.

Further back was the formidable Tiger and Wolf Army, which had already rested and was ready.

On the city walls, the defending general of Han looked at the vast army below, at his former comrades, and then at the head of their commander, Bao Yuan, hoisted high on a flagpole.

His legs had gone weak.

"Open... open the city gates..."

His voice was choked with sobs.

"We... surrender."

Xianyang Palace, Zhangtai Hall.

The night was already deep.

In the giant bronze crane lamp, whale oil burned, illuminating the entire hall as bright as day.

Ying Zheng stood with his hands behind his back before the massive bronze sand table. His dark dragon robe shimmered with a deep luster under the lamplight. His figure was cast long, projecting onto the cold floor like a silent deity.

Inside the hall, it was so quiet that the faint crackling sound of the burning wick could be heard.

His gaze slowly moved across the sand table, finally settling on the territory representing Han State.

His fingers lightly tapped the edge of the sand table, producing a series of rhythmic clicks.

Time flowed by in waiting.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the first news to return from the arrow he had personally sent, piercing the heart of Han.

"Your Majesty."

A sharp, high-pitched voice drifted in from outside the hall.

Zhao Gao, the Director of the Chariot Office, glided into the hall with silent, tiny steps, like a ghost. He bowed, holding a bamboo slip sealed with red wax high in his clasped hands.

The leather casing of the bamboo slip was still stained with dried blood and dust.

"An urgent military report from the Northern Frontier's High General Meng Wu, delivered via eight-hundred-li express."

Ying Zheng did not turn around.

He was still gazing at the sand table, but the tapping of his fingertips had stopped.

"Bring it here."

His voice was deep and calm.

Zhao Gao quickly stepped forward and presented the bamboo slip.

Ying Zheng took the slip; it felt slightly heavy in his hand. He could smell the scent of iron and blood from the battlefield emanating from it.

He used his finger to easily break the hard wax seal.

"Crackle."

The bamboo slip unfolded, and he scanned it at a glance.

The initial battle report was not significantly different from what he had anticipated.

"The Vanguard Camp launched a night raid on Yiyang, thoroughly defeating the Han army..."

Very good.

Shi Meng, that rock, had not disappointed him.

He continued reading.

"...beheading over ten thousand and capturing more than twenty thousand."

Ying Zheng's pupils contracted slightly.

This result exceeded his expectations.

It was too smooth.

His gaze sharpened as he continued to search downwards.

When his eyes landed on a name in the latter half of the report, one that Shi Meng had repeatedly circled in vermilion ink, the hand holding the bamboo slip clenched violently!

Wei Zhe.

This brat again.

"...leading a hundred Elite Warriors, he pierced the enemy formation and, amidst ten thousand troops, slew the enemy chieftain, Han's High General Bao Yuan, in battle!"

Ying "..."

Ying Zheng's breathing momentarily faltered.

He thought he had misread.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again, his gaze returning to that line.

Each word was like a red-hot iron spike, fiercely piercing his eyes.

Slew the enemy chieftain, Bao Yuan, in battle!

"...In this battle, Wei Zhe personally beheaded one hundred and ninety-six heads."

"Boom!"

It was as if a white lightning bolt had exploded in Ying Zheng's mind!

He could no longer hold the bamboo slip in his hand. With a "snap," it fell onto the cold bronze sand table, emitting a sharp, crisp sound.

One hundred and ninety-six!

Adding Bao Yuan, that made one hundred and ninety-seven!

In one person?

In a single night?

Absurd!

This was no longer a battle report; it was a myth! It was a ghost story!

Ying Zheng suddenly turned, pacing back and forth in the hall, his chest heaving violently. The composure of a ruler overlooking his domain showed its first crack.

He remembered the name that circulated among the troops, a name that could silence crying children in the six states.

Lord Wu'an, Bai Qi.

But even that God of Slaughter had never achieved such a bizarre, such a reality-defying personal record!

Bai Qi was a commander; he relied on the crushing power of his army and strategic traps to kill.

But this Wei Zhe...

He was one man, one blade, carving a bloody path through ten thousand soldiers!

"Abomination..."

Ying Zheng uttered two words.

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