After Luo Yi defeated the Qin troops beside the Great River with a single utterance that summoned wind and rain, he led the routed soldiers away, reorganizing them as they went.
Only two or three thousand men in this army could be called elite, and they had thrown away their armor while fleeing for their lives.
Although they had routed the Qin people beside the Great River, after the wind and rain passed, the armor was icy cold and difficult to carry. The army took only lightweight weapons and hurried away.
Luo Yi was assessing the direction of their march. His plan was to head first for the Zheng Lands and Chen Lands, which were temporarily outside the Qin Dynasty's sphere of influence, where the Righteous Army could replenish its grain and fodder.
"Young Master, a scout has reported seeing an army of ten thousand up ahead. Their ranks are orderly, and they aren't flying Tyrannical Qin's banners. They look like a righteous army led by heroes of Shandong."
At present, aside from the eight-hundred-li Qin River Valley in Guanzhong, where no open rebellion had yet appeared, almost every commandery across Shandong's vast lands had heroes rising in revolt. Their banners directly proclaimed "Punish the Undao, Punish Tyrannical Qin," without the slightest concealment.
Even in later ages, a situation like this, where everyone under heaven rebelled, from nobles to commoners, was almost unheard of. To have lost the people's support to such an extent was quite a spectacle.
An army of over ten thousand was not the crucial point. But the scout had said their ranks were orderly, which meant this righteous army had not simply risen at random amid the chaos. At the very least, its commander possessed considerable ability.
The two armies stopped a short distance apart. Luo