In a flash, it had been more than a month since winter. Compared to the north, the weather in the south was much warmer. The forests and plants on both sides of the Huai River were not as bleak as in autumn and winter. They were still green.
However, Ruyin and Pingyu finally welcomed the first snowfall of the winter. The snowflakes, which could not be compared to the heavy snowflakes in Guanzhong, drifted for half a day, and there was little white accumulation on the ground.
The north bank of the Huai River was a vast valley.
Today, the valley was no longer as peaceful and quiet as it used to be. The clear sky was dyed gray by the rising black smoke, and the once green color was now covered by dark red and black. It was the dark red color of blood that had dried and solidified layer by layer. It was the charred remains of corpses that had been burned by the flames of war. Corpses, broken limbs, broken chariots, broken swords, and halberds were everywhere.
The whimpers of the warhorses that had once galloped across the land before they breathed their last, and the crows that circled in the sky, paying attention to the corpses, made the devastated land even more sorrowful.
On a small hill near the encampment of the Qin camp, Ji Yun, who was wearing a white cloak, stood silently. His eyes were listless as he looked ahead. His clear black and white eyes revealed a faint sadness and pity. It was not difficult to tell from his head that was completely covered in snowflakes that he had been standing there for a long time. Behind Ji Yun was a young girl wearing a blue short skirt and palace dress. The young girl had long sky-blue hair, sky-blue eyebrows, and sky-blue eyes. At this moment, that pair of pure, glass-like, sky-blue eyes were quietly looking at Ji Yun, filled with admiration and love. The young girl stood there without a single snowflake on her body. No matter where the snowflakes fell on her body, they would instantly melt and disappear. However, what was surprising was that her hair and clothes were not wet at all.
Several generals in black armor walked over from afar. The one leading them was the old and sturdy General Wang Jian. Along the way, the soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield, moving corpses, and retrieving weapons all bowed. Their originally excited and sad eyes turned into respect and love when they looked at Wang Jian.
Ji Yun, who had witnessed all of this, felt a myriad of emotions in his heart. It was said that the people of Old Qin loved to fight, dared to fight, and could fight. These days, Ji Yun had truly experienced the spirit and madness of the people of Old Qin who were not afraid of death. At the beginning of the month, under the command of the King of Chu, Fuchu, to break Qin in a month, Xiang Yan had started to engage the Qin army in intermittent battles. It was only when the anger of the Qin soldiers was about to reach a critical point due to the insults of the Chu army that Wang Jian gave the order to accept the battle. After holding it in for half a year and being insulted for a few days, the Qin army's counterattack was shocking. In the first battle, the Chu army had lost more than 10,000 corpses, while the Qin army had lost less than 1,000. The ratio was more than ten to one.
For the next ten days, Qin and Chu's armies fought nonstop. The confrontation in the day and the harassment and sneak attacks at night, both sides were full of energy, as if they wanted to determine the winner in one battle. Over the next few days, as the Qin army gradually vented their anger, the Chu army gradually reduced the number of casualties in each battle, but the ratio was never lower than three to one. The Chu Country had always been known for their valor, but the Qin army could exchange one for three in a direct battle. The strength of the Qin army was terrifying. Of course, the rewards from the Great Qin Country were also one of the reasons why the Great Qin Tiger Army was willing to risk their lives. Even if they died in battle, there would be a high pension. The soldiers had no worries and naturally dared to risk their lives. Moreover, killing enemies would grant them titles. The more enemies they killed, the higher their titles would be. How could the soldiers not work hard to kill enemies?
As time passed, although they took turns to fight, the continuous battles every day made these soldiers unable to endure. Without a good rest, watching their friends die one by one, and not knowing how long they could live, it could be said that the soldiers were exhausted, whether mentally, physically, or spiritually. At this moment, another terrifying advantage of the Great Qin's Tiger Army was revealed-their incredibly tough and fearless spirit.
Even though both sides had lost a lot of battle power, the Chu army's battle power had fallen much faster than Great Qin's Tiger Army's. In the later stages of the battle, the Chu army had taken the initiative to fight, but the Qin army had asked for battle. The gap in the Chu army's casualties that had been narrowed with great difficulty had once again widened. As of yesterday's battle, the ratio had even exceeded the initial ten to one.
After ten days of battle, both sides had lost more than 300,000 corpses, of which 220,000 were from the Chu army. Even someone as powerful as the Chu Country had suffered such a huge difference in casualties. It was no wonder that Great Qin had been able to obtain such a crushing victory in the previous wars.
If it hadn't started snowing today, Ji Yun estimated that Xiang Yan wouldn't have gone out to fight again. The Chu army was afraid of fighting. As for Ji Yun, he had also witnessed Great Qin's valiant Old Qin. We won't stop until the blood is drained!" Of course, Ji Yun's dream of witnessing the ancient wars of the cold weapon era was also realized.
It wasn't as complicated and diverse as modern warfare. It was simple flag signals, simple crossbows, simple cavalry charges, simple war chariots, simple close combat…Everything was simple, but the degree of tragedy and solemnity was far beyond modern warfare.
Ji Yun had seen too many dead people, and he had killed countless with his own hands. Ji Yun had personally witnessed and even experienced wars. Although they were small-scale wars with fewer people, they were still wars. However, facing such a tragic and tragic battlefield, Ji Yun was deeply shocked. Almost all of the 300,000 corpses were incomplete, and very few were intact.
The hellish scene made Ji Yun, who had a strong mental endurance, feel a little uncomfortable at first. Even after watching it for so many days, he still frowned when he saw it. However, there was one thing that made Ji Yun very puzzled. Regardless of whether it was Great Si Ming, the young Xing Hun, or the fifteen-year-old Bing Lan who was standing behind him, none of them were moved by this scene. It was their first time seeing such a scene. Besides Great Si Ming, it was also the first time the other four had left the Yin-Yang School. Could it be that the people of this era were naturally immune to such scenes? Ji Yun explained in his heart. Of course, there was actually a better explanation. In his previous life, those Qin fans had sighed," The people of the Yin-Yang School are all b * stards, even children."”However, Ji Yun naturally ruled out this possibility. After all, he was also a member of the Yin-Yang School and the Young Master. Wang Jian and his group walked to the foot of the small hill and instructed them to leave first. Wang Jian walked to the hill and stood side by side with Ji Yun. At this moment, the dark black armor on Wang Jian's body and the fiery red cape behind him were stained with dark red blood. Adding on the killing that he had done these few days, the dense killing intent that he carried on his body made the old general Wang Jian even more awe-inspiring. It was just that the trace of tiredness between his brows was also very obvious. Ten over days of battle was clearly a very great test for Wang Jian who was over sixty years old.
Looking at Ji Yun's pale face, Wang Jian thought to himself," He was finally acting like a child. However, Wang Jian was still a little depressed when he recalled that his son, Wang Ben, was not even as good as Ji Yun when he first saw this scene. When he thought about how the other five Yin-Yang School members were completely unmoved, Wang Jian could only think that they were freaks!
"Every time I lead troops to war, countless of Great Qin's great men shed their blood, but they were forever left in a foreign country. I always feel like I've let them down and let their families down.”Wang Jian said slowly but deeply. It was unknown if he was comforting Ji Yun, or pouring out his heart, or both. "Great Qin's glory was exchanged for with the lives of its soldiers, and so was my reputation. Just like what you said,'With Jun Mo's words, you can be conferred the title of Marquis.”
Ji Yun was stunned, then smiled awkwardly. It was awkward because he had unintentionally recited this poem that had been passed down from generation to generation. In the end, these generals had heard it and now it had spread. He was in a daze because he didn't expect Wang Jian to come back to comfort him. He also didn't expect someone as strong as Wang Jian to feel such sadness in his heart. At the same time, he was also touched by Wang Jian's trust and importance. These words were also said to him. After all, as the commander of a 600,000-strong army, he definitely could not say such words.
"Thank you for your concern. Yun was fine. She was just a little emotional. There was no need for the Great General to do this. Dying on the battlefield for the country was the best way for soldiers to die, and Great Qin's soldiers had most likely made such preparations.”Ji Yun smiled and shook his head, his tone changed,""'I'd rather be a dog in peace than a man in troubled times.'In such troubled times, human lives are like weeds, and even survival is difficult. Even if they died gloriously in the military, they could still protect their descendants. This was the best choice.”
"Haha, good. What a good saying,'Better to be a dog in peace than a man in troubled times.'”Wang Jian was also stunned. He did not expect Ji Yun to console him instead. He immediately reacted and patted Ji Yun's shoulder as he smiled.
"Since that's the case, let's end this chaotic world and let the people become prosperous people!”
At this moment, the tiredness between Wang Jian's brows was swept away, and his aura soared to the sky.
Ji Yun smiled as well, but he shook his head inwardly. Even though Wang Jian's idea was good, he knew that it would be very difficult to achieve. Even if Great Qin was unified, peace and prosperity would not descend. Great Qin's heavy corvee and the suppression of the descendants of the Six Nations caused the commoners to live in misery. Just eleven years later, the First Emperor died on his fifth tour, Huhai succeeded to the throne, Zhao Gao wielded power, and Great Qin entered a period of terror. Then, under the leadership of Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, uprisings broke out everywhere. The Divine Great Land once again fell into a continuous war. In history, such wars lasted until the establishment of the Great Han Dynasty.
"History? History…" Thinking of this, Ji Yun frowned as if he had caught something.
Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, Ji Yun's entire body shook. His eyes lost focus for a moment, and his entire body sank into chaos.
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