After three months of marching, Xiao Mo and the others finally arrived at Wangcheng, the border city between the Qin Kingdom and the Wei Kingdom.
For the Qin Kingdom, Wangcheng and its two adjoining satellite cities formed an impregnable defensive line.
But for the Wei Kingdom, these three cities were like a blade that might swing down upon it at any moment.
Previously, relations between the Qin Kingdom and the Wei Kingdom had been neither particularly good nor particularly bad. The two sides had lived in relative peace.
The Qin Kingdom had left the Wei Kingdom alone partly because it saw no need to act yet, and partly because it thought nothing of such a small country.
Recently, however, after the Wei Kingdom's Crown Prince came to power, he had thrown in his lot with the Wei Kingdom, then adopted aggressive national policies and even sought to lay his hands on the Qin Kingdom.
If a tiny speck of a country like this dared provoke the Qin Kingdom, how could the Qin Kingdom possibly swallow it?
Wangcheng's city lord was named Qin Huo. He was the younger brother of the reigning Qin Kingdom's Lord, held the titles of Flame King and Great General Who Conquers Wei, and commanded three hundred thousand soldiers of the Qin Kingdom.
During the march, Xiao Mo had learned a little about this Flame King from his comrades.
He had heard that the Flame King was fair in rewards and punishments and always charged at the very front in major battles. He was incomparably valiant, but despite being a military man with a rough manner, he had an eye for detail and treated his subordinates well.
All in all, he was not a general who had risen through connections, but a man of genuine talent.
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