The foundations of the King of Qin Dynasty were collapsing at an unimaginable speed. Countless commoners fled to evade corvée labor and military service, causing bandits to spring up everywhere. These bandits, however, amounted to little: they had no organization or guiding principles and merely stirred up trouble. The First Emperor was still alive, the hearts of All Under Heaven had not fallen into disorder, and fewer than ten years had passed since unification. The Qin Army was elite; even the local Commandery Troops were beyond comparison with these peasants, who lacked even a full set of weapons and armor. Thus, the Commandery Governors easily wiped them out.
These signs of unrest, however, largely appeared in the more remote countryside. In cities where the dynasty held greater power, maintaining order naturally remained no problem. After all, the local powerful gentry had yet to attempt resistance against the King of Qin Dynasty and were all watching how the situation developed.
Although many Chu people had been conscripted for corvée labor, the large population meant the streets remained fairly bustling rather than overly desolate.
Among the crowd was a young man with a sword at his waist. He was fairly tall and looked somewhat down on his luck. His clothes looked as though he had not changed them in a long time, and there was a shabby air about his face.
He had finished shopping that day and was heading back, only to run into a butcher who had always been at odds with him-a man stupid to the extreme, with scarcely any brains.
"Han Xin."
The burly butcher, a cleaver tucked at his waist, shouted his name mockingly. "You're wearing that rusty sword again. Do you think wearing a sword makes you a warrior?
"You're nothing but a weak coward. I've