Yan State led the six-state coalition, not because it was the strongest, but because the other five states had their own disagreements and refused to submit to one another.
Thus, by command of the King of Yan, Yue Yi took command of the million soldiers of the six states to attack Qi. This was the most glorious moment of his life, destined to be recorded in the Annals.
Most scholars under heaven thought little of life and death and placed great weight on fame and profit. They traveled among the states for a chance to leave their names in history. Even those who attained wealth and honor might die in the blink of an eye, yet this still could not stop those who came after them from pursuing the same things.
Yue Yi stood atop the high platform, looking at the generals of the six states awaiting his orders below. Feeling the moist wind blowing from all directions, amid the forest of iron armor and the chilling air of menace, he understood that this moment might be the pinnacle of his life.
Yue Yi tightly gripped the sharp sword in his hand and thought, Destroy Qi State and repay the King of Yan for recognizing my worth. This is what I can do.
Yue Yi was a true genius, an outstanding choice for both Statecraft and commanding troops. Yan State's foundations were too poor; even after more than twenty years of his Statecraft, he still could not truly turn it into a great power under heaven. But now that the armies of the six states had gathered, his military talents finally had room to unfold.
Facing the menacing advance of the six-state coalition, Qi naturally knew it could not simply hold its defenses to the death. Those garrisoning its cities