A Brilliant Calculation First Overturns the Sorcerer's Art, A City's Lights Congratulate Qin's Prosperity

Ying Zheng leaned back against the dragon throne, his gaze darkening slightly as he slowly let out a breath.

There was a trace of unwillingness in that breath.

It was as though he could see Meng Wu standing before his army on the northern frontier grasslands, watching the routed Xiongnu troops flee into the distance, powerless to make a move.

Then Zhao Gao's voice suddenly rose, like a thunderclap exploding from clear ground:

"Unexpectedly, thirty thousand Blood-Clad Army troops, led by Vice General Meng Tian, set out from Canhe Slope in Dai Commandery. They broke through the Xubu, Jizhou, and Gaolin tribes in succession, crossed a thousand li of enemy heartland, and arrived behind the battlefield right on time!

"The fleeing captives retreated onto the plains—and ran straight into the Blood-Clad Army's blades!"

"What?!"

Wei Liao abruptly raised his head, a terrifying gleam bursting from his eyes!

Wang Wan shot to his feet, then slowly sat back down upon realizing his loss of composure. Yet the hand pressing against the table trembled faintly.

A thousand-li flanking maneuver?

Setting out from Canhe Slope in Dai Commandery, smashing through three tribes in succession, crossing a thousand li of enemy heartland, and appearing behind the battlefield at precisely the right moment?

What a masterstroke!

What perfect alignment of heaven, earth, and man!

Li Si's pupils contracted sharply as a majestic map of the battle formation took shape in his mind.

Meng Wu had used firearms to hold the enemy at the front, while the Blood-Clad Army descended like a dagger from the heavens, plunging into the Xiongnu's belly and precisely cutting off their retreat!

This was no longer tactics. This was art!

Ying Zheng suddenly sat upright, his dragon eyes blazing brilliantly.

"Ah Cheng..." he said softly, his gaze falling upon Zhao Cheng.