That night, the moon was dark and the winds were strong. The Zhou Army's generals had just finished calming the allied soldiers, whose morale had been somewhat dampened by the vanguard's defeat.
Suddenly, thunderous war drums rang out beyond the main camp!
"Qin Army attacking the camp!" the sentry shouted in alarm.
The Zhou Army's generals, who had long been prepared, immediately sprang into action. Yet when the Zhou soldiers charged out of their tents, brimming with killing intent—
they discovered that there was not a single person outside the camp. Only the war drums, which seemed to come from nowhere, rang out from all directions, throwing the entire Zhou Army camp into a panic.
Unable to find the enemy, the Zhou Army could only withdraw in frustration.
Yet every time the Zhou generals led their men away, the war drums would sound once more, constantly plucking at the Zhou Army's nerves.
This continued for three whole months.
Although Ji Fa and the others knew that this was the Great Qin's strategy for exhausting the enemy, the ordinary soldiers did not understand such lofty tactics.
They still obeyed orders, patrolling and remaining on guard every night alongside their generals.
But they inevitably grew lax. Bai Qi and Wang Jian, who possessed extraordinary talent for warfare, immediately saw through the Zhou Army's condition.
They promptly began deploying troops and assigning generals, launching an all-out attack before Ji Fa could react.
That night, Bai Qi personally led thirty thousand elite Qin soldiers and slipped into the Zhou Army's left-wing camp like a host of ghosts.
Every one of these soldiers wore black clothes and black armor, rendering them almost invisible in the night. Yet the weapons in their hands flashed with bloodthirsty cold light.
"Kill!" Wherever Bai Qi's long sword pointed, blood