The sun blazed overhead, unable to dispel the biting chill in the Qin people's hearts. Han Xin stood beneath the central army's Grand Banner, sword in hand. He never went into battle himself; he was a commander of commanders, who needed to survey the whole field and put the right men in the right positions.
"Report!"
A messenger came racing over and shouted, "Great General, General Zhou has routed the Qin people's right flank!"
From his high vantage point, Han Xin could naturally see it. He closed his eyes slightly, and the disposition of the entire battlefield immediately appeared in his mind.
The battlefield was a chessboard encompassing all things, and every officer and soldier was a piece. Opening his eyes, he ordered, "Order Fan Kuai's army to attack to the right and coordinate with Zhou Bo's army to strike the Third Battalion on the Qin Army's right wing."
Orders went out one after another in perfect order. His previous defeat of Meng Tian had relied more heavily on strategy; this time, Han Xin commanded his troops in a wholly frontal engagement, battering the Lantian Camp until it could not defend one point without exposing another.
Exerting his full strength to break into Xianyang quickly, Han Xin found it rather tasteless. Facing Meng Tian before had at least put him under some pressure; now, it was nothing but utter domination.
Banners fluttered and smoke filled the air. Leading the generals, Han Xin bowed to Liu Bang. "Duke of Pei, I have fulfilled my mission. The Qin Army has been defeated. Please enter Xianyang!"
Liu Bang burst into hearty laughter, then looked toward Luo Yi and the others and called, "Ziyu, Xiao He, Zifang."
Luo Yi smiled. "Duke of Pei, please enter Xianyang and become king!"
The generals and everyone else