The Great Qin Dynasty: The egg of the Black Bird was revered as a national guardian beast.

The regular army surrounding Xianyang City numbered only a little over 100,000.

To quell the rebellion, he mobilized the army of the Imperial Guard and the army of the Commandant of the Guards, totaling 100,000 men, and under the command of Han Xin, led the army to quell the rebellion.

There are many military generals in the court.

After more than ten years of leisure, I am now on the verge of earning military merit.

However, the Imperial Physician disregarded everyone's objections and appointed an unknown soldier as a general, causing much discussion in the court.

But there was nothing that could be done. This physician was just like His Majesty the First Emperor, so arrogant that no one could persuade him.

Even if I don't want to.

Once the imperial edict was issued, there was no more discussion.

Xianyang City.

Two people stood outside the city gate.

Han Xin, dressed in general's armor, looked excited, and still carried his old sword at his waist.

"My lord."

Han Xin raised his hand, "I am deeply grateful to my lord for not abandoning me and for overcoming all opposition to appoint me as general. This time, Han Xin will certainly not fail in his mission!"

"We must quell the Chenzhong rebellion in one fell swoop!"

He lowered his eyes, looked at Han Xin, then smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "I trust you."

"This is your first battle, and it is of great importance."

"This is your first step into the military. If you win this battle brilliantly, you will surely become a pillar of the army in the future."

"but...."

Then, his tone suddenly changed.

"If we lose this battle, we won't have the same chance to rise again as Li Xin!"

He lowered his eyes to look at Han Xin and asked.

Do you understand?

Han Xin nodded and said, "Understood."

"Good that you understand." With a smile, Xuan Ye placed his hands behind his back and closed his eyes.

"Then you may go."

"Yes." Han Xin raised his hand and bowed in farewell.

He then mounted his horse, straightened the old sword at his waist, and felt an overwhelming surge of emotion that words could not describe.

This is his first battle.

Far from feeling flustered as he was leading troops for the first time, he was instead filled with excitement at showcasing his talents.

He squeezed his legs tightly around the horse's belly and pulled on the reins.

Riding on horseback, they moved forward, their figures gradually disappearing into the distance.

But not long after, Han Xin rode back and bowed to Xuan Ye from afar.

"My lord, Han Xin will certainly not dishonor the army this time!"

With a smile, Xuan Ye waved his hand, "I understand. Why aren't you going yet? Don't keep the army waiting!"

"Yes," Han Xin replied, turning his horse around.

..............

The army of 100,000 men had assembled and gathered around Baqiao Bridge, their long halberds like a forest and their black flags fluttering in the wind.

They are just waiting for the order to march south!

Han Xin rushed here from Xianyang, presented the imperial edict to mobilize troops, and immediately led his army to Chenzhong.

Along the way.

Wherever the chaotic army went, they looted grain from various places.

They seized grain, thus coercing civilians into joining the rebellion. If they wanted to survive, they had no choice but to follow the rebel army.

However, some people did not follow the rebel army.

They were deprived of their homes and scattered to various places, becoming refugees rather than rebels, barely surviving.

In a village under a county.

The ground was covered with withered yellow soil; the grass and roots must have been dug up and eaten.

Dilapidated houses stand on the loess soil.

Inside the house, a sallow-faced, emaciated woman was tending a fire with dry firewood, and a ceramic bowl was placed on the fire.

A ladle of shallow water was boiling in the bowl.

A few blades of grass and some grass roots floated on the water.

It must have been simmering for a long time. The woman looked at the broth, which she couldn't tell was grass soup or something else, and swallowed hard.

"Clang!"

There was a noise coming from the bed behind her.

The woman was startled, quickly got up, wiped her hands haphazardly in front of her, and walked to the bedside.

A boy was lying on the bed.

But his face was extremely pale, and his lips were cracked.

Looking at the child on the bed, the woman hurriedly bent down and helped him sit up.

"I...I'm hungry..."

I wiped my eyes.

The woman gently patted the child's back.

"I'm not hungry, there will be something to eat soon."

The woman said softly, "I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry."

But her eyes gradually welled up with tears, and in the end, even her voice was choked with sobs until she could no longer speak and cried silently.

The child in his arms stopped speaking.

The woman pursed her lips, came to her senses, took a ceramic bowl and a spoon, and ladled out the soup.

He swallowed hard and placed the bowl in front of the child.

She wiped the tears from her face, scooped up the murky soup with a spoon, blew on it, and brought it to the child's lips.

He forced a smile: "Come on, let's eat."

The child opened his mouth unconsciously and drank it. The woman fed him spoonful by spoonful until he could eat no more.

The woman lowered her eyes.

Looking at the soup in his hand, which now only had a few blades of grass left, he swallowed hard and drank it all up.

He put the bowl down and looked around.

There's practically nothing left in the house; everything has been stolen.

He let out a breath.

The woman squatted down, hugging her knees and sobbing.

"Bang bang bang!"

Just then, there was a loud knock on the door, which startled the woman, who hurriedly stood up.

He asked nervously towards the door, "Who is it?"

"Open the door!" came a rough voice from outside the door as he shouted and pounded on the door.

Tears welled up in the woman's eyes once again.

He took a step back but didn't go forward to open the door. He glanced around, grabbed a stick haphazardly, and held it in his hand.

"What is it?"

The man didn't speak, he just knocked on the door roughly.

The world was in rebellion, and the rebels were robbing food everywhere.

Those whose food was stolen either joined the rebel army in robbing others or became refugees.

These refugees are no better off than the rebel army.

In order to have food, they wandered to various places, stealing, robbing, and plundering, but they dared not rob families with able-bodied young men, only the elderly, weak, women, and children.

The person outside the door must be like that.

Gripping the wooden stick tightly, the woman hid in the corner, too afraid to open the door or make a sound.

"Wow!"

But then, a sobbing sound came from the bed.

The people outside heard it too and started frantically banging on the door, each bang heavy and muffled.

The woman ran to the bedside and picked up the child.

She picked up the child and huddled in a corner, gripping the wooden stick tightly in her hand, staring anxiously at the door not far away.

The door was finally forced open.

A man walked in, panting, and looked around the room. He saw no one but a woman and a child.

Panting heavily, the man looked at the woman.

Then he lowered his eyes and looked at the child in her arms, and walked over.

Give me the child!

The woman huddled there, shaking her head repeatedly, saying in a tearful voice, "No, it really won't work!"

The man didn't say anything more.

He simply grabbed the child in her arms and pulled him away.

The child immediately burst into tears from the pain.

"No!" the woman cried out, finally unable to bear it any longer. She put down the child and rushed forward to grab the man's arm.

The man stepped back and broke free.

Holding the crying child in his arms, he shook his head.

He let out a breath and said, "I won't steal it, I'll exchange my daughter for yours."

After saying that, he pushed the woman's hand away.

I went outside.

"No!" The woman chased after him, only to find the man standing outside, with a girl lying not far away.

His face was also sallow, and he was on the verge of death.

"You can have my daughter, but your son is mine," the man said, and then he was about to leave with the child in his arms.

"No!"

The woman chased after him, tugging at his clothes.

He knelt there, pleading with all his might, "Please, give me back my child!"

The man looked at him without saying a word.

He simply kicked the woman over and turned to leave.

As the man walked away, the woman seemed to lose all her strength and collapsed limply.

They knelt there, crying and shouting.

His body seemed to collapse under the weight.

But then, a muffled sound came from afar.

An army was marching by, and in the distance one could see a young general on horseback, with a vast army stretching as far as the eye could see behind him.