An army of six hundred thousand naturally could not arrive on the battlefield in an instant, as though teleporting.
It was a process that lasted several months, with individual corps setting out separately.
Following Wang Jian's orders, they took up positions in different parts of Luo State, forming an encirclement around Zhao City.
Naturally, the fastest to arrive were the Qin people already stationed in Zhao State, who broke camp and pressed straight toward Luo State.
On the Yi River and Luo River, great ships crowded together in numbers beyond counting.
Luoyi was one of Qin State's most important city hubs for attacking the states of the Central Plains.
Countless Qin people surged east in a mighty procession.
These were all old Qin people whose families had lived in the Qin River Valley for generations.
Black battle banners covered the mountains and plains, everywhere one looked.
They all but blotted out the entire sky, leaving even the sunlight unable to penetrate.
Cold weapons stood like a forest, thick armor encased their bodies, and the scent of blood emanated from them at every moment.
Their murderous aura soared into the sky, almost taking solid form.
Since Bai Qi had defeated Zhao State, this was the first time Qin State's war machine had run at full speed.
It filled the nobles of fallen states, who constantly watched the situation across the realm and sought to restore their states, with despair.
Qin State's strength truly exceeded all expectations.
Even if Lian Po and Li Mu returned to life, the final outcome would not change in the slightest.
Qin State had never taken the Three States of Zhao, Wei, and Han seriously at all, and had not used its full strength when conquering them.
Once Qin State committed its full strength, no enemy under