Only the Qin Sword Could Break It

Tamamo no Mae vowed to take revenge, to avenge the insults and hatred hurled at her by those delirious delirium.

That's just too much, Migu!

Even though she managed to suppress the intrusive whispers with her own power, it still left a deep impression on her for that very moment.

The fox took a deep breath, secretly cursing and resolving that Tamamo no Mae it captured Rovi, it would teach him a lesson.

She looked at the earth.

The realm where Tamamo no Mae is neither in the present world nor in any dimension.

Just as Rovi knew about the hidden place of the Six Heavens Old Ghost, this Nine- Nine-Tails Fox, which gathered different parts, also hid deep in the pages of history, hidden in the cracks of Human Order.

Mei Xi, Daji, Bao Si, Huayangtian... these fox demons wreaked havoc in different dynasties and countries, and their existence was always intertwined with that of humans.

The Six Heavens Old Ghost.

She said, "It's fine."

Looking down from between the pages of history, one can also see the present.

"Now, the Six Heavens Old Ghost have all appeared."

"The barrier that Emperor Yu left behind to protect the Nine Provinces has already been broken."

"So--"

Tamamo no Mae and placed her fingers above the cloak.

"Let me do it and speed things up!"

The buzzing sound emanated from the depths of Human Order and spread outwards.

Outside the Qin state's borders, on the front line of the war against the Zhao State, was a pass called 'Jingxing', surrounded by continuous mountain ranges, a natural stronghold that was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

At this moment, the gatekeeper was Zhao Mu, a famous general of the Zhao State state.

The commander of the Qin Army who led the attack on the city was Wang Jian.

The two armies have been locked in a stalemate for nearly a month.

In the Qin Army camp, banners fluttered and drums beat. Amidst the strict ranks of soldiers, Wang Jian stood on the Qin Army camp's observation platform, gazing at the tightly closed city gates opposite, and the Qin Army retreating back to their camp like a tide after their failed attack on the city. His brows were furrowed.

As the commander of the Qin Army, Wang Jian did not appear to be young. His tall figure was shrouded in thick Qin armor, and he had a long beard and was extremely dignified. Beside him, however, stood a young man who looked very similar to him.

That was Wang Jian Jian's son, Wang Ben: "Father, we've launched at least ten attacks in the past month."

"If this continues and we keep launching a strong attack, I'm afraid there will be no end to it."

"And..."

Moreover, the deaths and injuries were tragic.

Wang Jian then realized what his son meant.

Now, with its forces advancing eastward beyond Hangu Pass and its sword pointing towards the Six States, the Great Qin already possesses overwhelming strength, surpassing the combined power of all other states in terms of military strength, manpower, national power, and logistics.

Normally speaking, even if the Zhao State relied on the strategic pass, and even if the Zhao State general guarding the pass was the famous Zhao Mu, they should not have been defeated in more than ten attacks on such a massive mobilization, with such heavy casualties.

That's the current situation.

This was not because the enemy's defending general was particularly skilled—in terms of military strategy, Wang Jian was confident that he would not lose to anyone, and he would not be deterred by differences in morale or equipment.

This time, the siege failed entirely because the enemy had 'divine assistance'.

Looking up, one can see a distorted, chaotic light above the Jingxing Pass. The light descends, covering the entire territory of the Zhao State.

This light endowed the Zhao State soldiers defending the city with the strength of an impregnable fortress. This distortion and chaos allowed them to fight like mad warriors, and even when wounded, they could fight with increasing ferocity.

It was divine power, but it lacked the feel of a legitimate or orthodox deity; instead, it was filled with a chaotic aura.

"I know what you want to say. I have already sought help from the King. If we could ask that person for assistance..."

"This city can be taken." Wang Jian took a deep breath. "Send word to my troops, ordering them to return to their posts to rest and be on guard against any unusual movements. If there is any disturbance, report to me immediately!"

"Yes!"

Simultaneously, messengers on both sides of the watchtower responded, riding around to relay the commander's orders.

The Qin Army was stationed in a triangular formation outside Jingxing Pass, facing each other across the pass. Surrounding a water source, numerous beacon towers were built in the center, allowing for mutual support and eliminating the possibility of a surprise attack from any side, while simultaneously enabling a three-way siege...

On the opposite pass, Zhao Mu, a famous general of the Zhao State, was also intently observing the enemy's formation when he saw this scene, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"Wang Jian, you are destined to be a great general!" He sighed and said, "Defend the city gates to the death, and do not give the Qin Army any opportunity to take advantage!"

"At the same time, the soldiers added more soil and fields within the city."

Zhao Mu had prepared for a long-term standoff.

The wars of the past four years Spring and Autumn and Warring States Period and Warring States periods have taught him profound lessons. Zhao Mu knows that the Zhao State is now weak and unable to support a prolonged confrontation.

The best way is for the soldiers to eat from the ground.

They relied on strong fortifications and operated a semi-agricultural, semi-military lifestyle.

That night, countless flames lit up both sides, appearing from afar like scattered, hazy stars.

Inside the Qin Army's central command tent, Wang Jian was still studying the map.

While pondering a strategy to defeat the enemy, a soldier entered and reported, "Reporting to the general, someone has come from within the pass and requests to see you."

Wang Jian snapped out of his reverie, his gaze fixed on the map. "Who?"

"The other party claims to be... Donghua." The man looked somewhat hesitant.

Donghua, Donghua.

Everyone knows that Emperor Dong Hua Donghua is the 'Azure Heaven' of the Great Qin Dynasty.

Wang Jian's expression changed, and he hurriedly said, "Quickly, please invite him in!"

Just as he finished speaking, a voice came from outside the tent. "General, do not panic, I have arrived."

The figure entering was dressed in a wide robe and carrying a sword; without a doubt, it was Rovi, the "Emperor Dong Hua" from the Qin Kingdom.

He had arrived at the front lines and, at this moment, set foot here. Inside the large tent, the lights were burning brightly. Rovi flicked his sleeve and looked at Wang Jian before him. "General, do you have a strategy to defeat the enemy?"

Now, the Qin army's advance is aimed at the Zhao state, and the "Six Heavens Old Ghost" hidden in the "Human Order" of the Zhao State have already appeared in the sky.

To fully reach the ' Human Order ' interface where he resides, Luo Rovi still needs to use Human Order to break through it.

Therefore, he still needs to rely on the strength of the Qin state and the sharp edge of the Qin Army.

So he came here.

He did not enter Zhao alone.

"It didn't exist before, but it appeared after Emperor Wu came!" Wang Jian took a deep breath, looking at the seemingly ordinary but actually infinitely lofty and vast figure in front of him, and tried his best to calm himself down.

Rovi Wei laughed, "No, you don't."

Wang Jian paused for a moment, then gave a wry smile, "Indeed, no..."

"No, it's not necessary."

"Now that the Emperor has arrived, we should simply defeat Zhao and overwhelm him with overwhelming force!"

"Are you brave enough to fight at night?" Rovi suddenly asked.

Wang Jian responded with laughter, "What's there to be afraid of? Men, bring armor, light the fire, and attack the city!"

Although it was late at night, the Qin Army soldiers on the front lines were already on high alert. After the commander of the vanguard gave a command, the once quiet central camp immediately sprang into action.

The soldiers donned helmets and armor, took up spears and Qin Sword, and instantly formed ranks, their torches converging into a Taiga in the vast night.

The army was like a mountain, and the spears were like a forest.

Wang Jian and Rovi bowed and left the central command tent.

Rovi Wei left the Qin Army formation alone, disappearing and reappearing in an instant, and arrived at the highest mountain peak on both sides of the Jingxing Pass, waiting for the Qin Army to charge.

As night fell and the mountains undulated like a dragon's spine, Rovi gazed at the Qin and Zhao armies, his mind calm, yet suddenly filled with emotion.

He had already been involved in the conflicts between nations since the Mesopotamian War, when he was Uruk's Uruk advisor and strategist.

Whether he was involved in the conflict between nations as a human in Uruk, or intervened in the famous Trojan War in Greece as a god, none of these experiences evoked as much emotion as he did now, gazing at the two opposing camps standing at his feet.

Because these are all legends, myths.

What we see now is 'history'.

From Subordinate God to history.

Rovi played with the sword on his back, which also emitted a series of humming sounds from its sheath.

Below, the firelight in the Qin Army camp gradually flared up under Wang Jian Jian's command, and the long halberds and swords gleamed with a cold and imposing light in the darkness.

"The Great General has..."

"Attack the city!"

"Attack the city!"

The messenger rode his horse past, and each officer coordinated the men under their command to quickly follow.

Wang Jian himself sat on the chariot.

This chariot, propelled by a man, stands tall like a mobile watchtower; sitting atop it, he can clearly see the entire battlefield.

The cavalrymen lined up on both sides also served as messengers, allowing him to constantly monitor and adjust the battle situation.

Wang Jian saw the Qin Army, which had gathered like a long river.

He drew his sword and shouted, "Attack!"

The messengers scattered in all directions, shouting at the same time, "General's order: Attack!"

"Order: Attack!"

"Order: Attack!"

"..."

The sounds rose and fell, spreading far and wide. On the opposite side of the pass, Zhao Mu, who ate, drank, and slept on the high walls of the pass, had already made preparations.

He said, "Archers and catapults, be ready at all times. When the enemy is within a hundred paces, launch catapults; when they are within ten paces, unleash a volley of arrows!"

The night battle begins.

From Rovi's perspective, it was a burst of fire rushing towards another burst of fire, the two flames colliding and intertwining to create large swathes of fireworks.

But he knew that what collided was not fire, but living people.

The Qin Army raised their spears high and advanced step by step.

People kept falling as they were struck by arrows fired from afar, but those behind quickly filled the gaps in front.

The formation advanced step by step, like dark clouds pressing down on the city.

"Qin crossbows, engage!"

Wang Jian then issued another order, and massive crossbow carts, as large as war chariots, were simultaneously launched. These were Qin's most formidable weapons, powerful instruments capable of breaching city walls and gates.

Boom!

The crossbow strings were drawn, propelling the enormous 'arrow' to fly out and strike the city wall from a great distance.

Gravel fell in a flurry, and countless Zhao Army were smashed to pieces. Some Zhao Army soldiers raised their shields to stand in front of their commander Zhao Mu, but he pushed them away violently.

"Archers—"

"Catapult!"

"Put!"

With the commander-in-chief personally giving the order, the morale of the surrounding Zhao Army immediately soared.

But under the cover of Qin bows and crossbows, the charging Qin Army soldiers finally reached them.

The ladders were erected on the pass, and amidst the turbulent and swaying terrain, countless people charged up the ladders, braving falling rocks.

Some were smashed to the ground by boulders, and ladders and people were shattered at the same time. Some held up their spears and kept thrusting and stabbing upwards, but they could not withstand the spears thrown down by the Zhao Army.

The first to scale the city wall was a young man who laughed loudly before being stabbed to death by the surrounding Zhao Army.

But after that, there was the 10th, the 3rd...

The Qin soldiers fell one after another, but new Qin Army charged into Shangban.

The people of Qin were never afraid of death.

The deceased is said to have left behind a legacy that protects their descendants.

They only feared dying a humiliating death.

The death was meaningless.

A century of reforms and efforts to strengthen the nation had long since united the people of Qin into one.

As Wang Jian watched the Qin Army ascend the pass once more, his brows furrowed even more deeply. In the previous dozen or so sieges, he had not failed to breach the high walls, but each time he had failed.

Therefore, for Wang Jian Jianzhi, climbing the high wall was by no means the end.

But this is only the beginning.

With a clang, on the gate tower and in front of the city wall, Li Mu drew his sword and shouted, "Where are the knights of the Zhao Army!"

"Zhao Army's knights are here!"

"The knight is here!"

"Roar--"

Distorted light and shadow appeared above the Zhao State, with countless shadows rushing out from it.

The Zhao State was once a powerful state.

King Wuling of Zhao's reforms, including the adoption of Hu Fu Qi She archery, shocked the world.

The glory of the past is gone, but—at this moment, Li Mu, with the power of the 'gods,' brings forth the warriors of the past from the pages of history.

Although the shadows that appeared were wild and chaotic, and although these former knights no longer possessed the spirit they once had.

But they are powerful, they are elite, and each one of them can take on a hundred enemies.

Li Mu used the cavalry as his trump card at this moment. Now, the Qin army has sent a large number of its cavalry to attack, and he is trying to use the strength of these knights to surround and kill the Qin Army here!

Although unwilling,

But for the sake of his country, Li Mu was willing to give up everything.

For the country and for the family.

This is the true meaning of the existence of the 'general'!

"Kill!"

Li Mu coldly gave the order.

Wang Jian's gaze darkened, and he was about to give the order. Having fought each other many times, he was prepared for this and had already prepared a way out.

As a commander-in-chief, Wang Jian would not joke around with his soldiers.

Even though he knew that Qin's 'Azure Sky' was already backing up the Qin Army and could make a move at any time.

But he would not place all his hopes on the gods.

The Qin Army can die.

But one must die a worthy death!

However, at that very moment, Rovi finally made a move.

He saw the Qin Army advancing with overwhelming momentum, sweeping across the battlefield like a sharp sword flash.

He saw that the walls of Zhao State were as strong as shields, but they could not suppress the sharpness of Qin Sword.

He guessed correctly.

"Only the Qin Sword can shatter the heavens of Zhao State!"

Only this sword, a testament to the arduous years of the Qin Dynasty, and forged by the collective strength of the nation and its countless soldiers and civilians, bears witness to the nation's power and resilience.

Since that's the case.

"Lend me the Qin Sword!"

A ray of light appeared on the horizon, like the sudden sunrise, its brilliance floating behind the Qin Army. That was the sky over Guanzhong, the sun of the Great Qin.

Emperor Dong Hua borrowed swords from the Qin Army.

At the same time, all the Qin Army soldiers felt the swords in their hands tremble.

Wang Jian stared blankly at the sharp edge in his hand, unable to react immediately... But he did not respond. Instead, a voice sounded behind him, answering for him. "The Great Qin Sword can be lent to the heavens!"

"For the sake of our Great Qin, we shall defeat this formidable enemy!"

A fierce black flag with the word 'king' painted on it came from a distance.

As the chariot swayed, King of Qin stood atop it.

"My king!"

Wang Jian was stunned, but immediately bowed deeply.

King of Qin personally went to the battlefield.

Wang Ling: The Qin Sword can be borrowed.

Above the dome of the sky, Rovi, with the morning light of the sun, flicked his sleeves. The swords in the hands of the Qin Army soldiers were still there, but a sharp edge of determination rose upwards.

Rovi borrowed a sword, but it was an invisible sword, the concept of the Qin Sword's sharpness.

It is a sword forged according to the Human Order of the Qin state.

He will use this sword to attack Zhao—

Break the sky!