The Qin Army's right wing advanced at the first drumbeat, charging straight at the Chu State troops.
"Wind! Great wind!"
Countless Qin men shouted, their numb eyes tinged with ferocity. Like tigers and wolves, they hurled themselves at the Chu men under the command of the ever-victorious Bai Qi, bringing their blades down savagely.
In the eyes of the Qin men, their enemies were not people, but documents granting pardons.
Under the harsh Qin Law, the Qin people were all but born guilty!
Only by taking heads and earning noble rank could they survive, so the Qin men pressed courageously forward.
Never mind ordinary soldiers—even the Luo State Ruling House, so deeply revered by the people of Shandong, would be killed without hesitation.
Weakened time and again, the Chu Army was already feeble and deeply afraid of the Qin Army.
After offering a little resistance, their ranks began to slacken. This was a side effect of defeat after defeat.
Bai Qi had no idea where Luo Zai's reinforcements would come from. He could only set aside his doubts for now and continue directing the great army.
Prince Ti entered the camp excitedly and informed Bai Qi that the Chu Army had begun to crumble almost as soon as it made contact with the Qin Army.
"Senior General, the Chu Army fears our troops. After just one round of drums, their soldiers began trembling. They are entirely different from how they were a few days ago."
Hearing this, Bai Qi said as though it were only natural, "The Chu State generals are incompetent. After repeated defeats, their soldiers no longer trust their commanders.
"After its first defeat, an army is angry. From top to bottom, everyone wants to win back what they lost.
"After its second defeat, an army is filled