I am not a seventh-generation descendant of Lord Wu'an from the Qin Dynasty.

That day and night, Bai Qizi entered Xianyang and took up residence near the Qin King's palace. He was granted a residence with nine palaces and a hundred beautiful maids.

"Brother Zheng, you know me so well!"

Bai Qi was in high spirits, but looked tired.

After all, he had ridden a light horse all the way from the Qin-Han border into Xianyang, and the warm breeze inside the house made him feel sleepy... He was exhausted!

Fortunately, the returns were also greater.

"Everyone, step back!"

"Yes, young master!"

Bai Qi waved his hand to dismiss the maids who had been hiding countless spies, then picked up his bag and untied it.

Gold, silver, jade, land deeds, military treatises, and battle strategies were scattered all over the ground with a clatter...

Obtained from the Bai family: a bronze armor with dragon and tiger motifs; from the Meng family: a three-stone dragon tongue bow and a nine-coin bronze heavy arrow; from the Xi family: a nine-year-old bronze spear...

Sun Tzu's *The Art of War*, Wu Qi's *Strategies of the Wei Wu Army*, *Sun Bin's Art of War*, Taigong's *Six Secret Teachings*, *The Book of Lord Shang*, *The Sima Method*...

Among them, the most eye-catching is the Qin Wu'an Jun sword, a symbol of the Qin army!

Bai Qi reached out and gripped the exquisitely carved scabbard tightly; its touch was slightly cool, like a refreshing breeze.

Clang~

A long, blood-red sword pierced through his pupil.

Bai Qi froze, the scene before him suddenly changed.

The warm and luxurious house was instantly transformed into a blood-red sunset of clashing swords and galloping horses. Before him stood armored Qin soldiers, and in his ears rang a cold and sharp voice of a battle-hardened general.

According to Qin law, killing one person resulted in the loss of one rank of nobility, one acre of land, one house, and one servant...

Bai Qi stretched out his hands, his knuckles rough, the backs of his fingers fair, his palms loosely clenched, and 160 kilograms of strength surging through his muscles and bones.

"A space of consciousness? A void of illusion? Or perhaps, the trial of the Martial Lord's Sword?!"

Bai Qi's eyebrows twitched. He quickly checked his Qin army standard archer armor, then looked at the Han soldiers opposite him, his expression eager to try.

"Han soldiers? That must be the battle when Lord Wu'an first took office as Left Chancellor and led troops to attack Xincheng in Han."

Bai Qi tugged at the stone bow in his hand, feeling the loose tension, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Heh, the nature of warfare is ever-changing. I wonder if Lord Wu'an has ever heard of rapid-fire attacks?"

According to Qin law, killing four people would result in the loss of one's rank, four acres of land, four houses, and exemption from military service...

[By order of the Left General, in this battle against Han, anyone who kills five people will be promoted to squad leader, ten to platoon leader, twenty to garrison leader, and anyone who kills more than thirty-three will be promoted to centurion.]

Bai Qi's mind automatically translated the trial rules: the more decapitations and kills on the battlefield, the faster you get promoted, with a maximum of 100 generals... 100 generals, what a lucky position!

【kill!】

At a single command, the world changed color, and ten thousand men charged forward, the setting sun like blood.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the Han soldiers on the other side had already crossed the line and charged towards him.

Bai Qi trotted along, arrows in his mouth, bowstring taut, and fired seven shots in quick succession, each one like a thunderclap.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang~

The seven charging Korean soldiers immediately fell to the ground with tail feathers stuck in their throats.

A flash of blood-red light enveloped Bai Qi, and he was instantly promoted to archer squad leader. Four archers immediately moved closer to him.

Fireworks burst forth against the blood-red sky, accompanied by the joyous sound of drums beating in unison.

[Archer Bai Qi, who shot seven soldiers with arrows, is awarded military merit and immediately promoted to squad leader!]

A bloodthirsty grin curled at the corner of Bai Qi's mouth as memories of old shooting mobile games flooded his mind.

"Not enough, not enough!"

Bai Qi turned his head to face the four Qin soldier NPCs, regulated his breathing, and quickly gave the order.

"Prepare arrows for me!"

The four archers paused for a moment, then quickly drew their quivers, split up to deliver them, and stood at the most suitable angle for Bai Qi to draw them, providing a manual arrow delivery belt.

Bai Qi took a deep breath, held it, and drew the bowstring taut again, firing seven arrows in succession, each hitting its mark.

But as soon as he finished shooting, Bai Qi didn't even look back. He immediately switched his left hand holding the bow to his right, drew the bowstring taut again, and fired seven arrows with both hands.

His highest record, which he had previously achieved in the recruit camp, was firing twenty-one arrows in a row. This time, he was going to challenge the limit and be promoted directly to the rank of 100th General of the Qin Dynasty.

The blood-red sky seemed to freeze for a moment, as if it had never seen such a trial participant before, and even the sounds that vibrated in the air carried a hint of surprise.

[Archer Bai Qi, 14 arrows, promoted to squad leader!]

[Archer Bai Qi, 21 arrows, promoted to platoon leader!]

[Archer Bai Qi, shot 28 arrows, stood...]

The voice announcing the good news stopped abruptly, as Bai Qi, whose arms were trembling slightly, could no longer continue.

He ultimately failed to overcome the limits of his physical body!

But that's enough.

Bai Qi glanced at the twenty archers, twenty spearmen, and ten swordsmen and shieldmen who were gathering around him, snatched a spear from his hand, and shouted fiercely.

"Pikemen, follow my lead! Grip the shaft, aim diagonally upwards, and throw your spear!"

The twenty spearmen were stunned for a moment, but the Qin soldiers' excellent discipline allowed them to perfectly execute the platoon leader's orders.

At a command, twenty spearmen hurled their sixteen-foot spears, which were essential for survival on the battlefield, through the air.

With a whooshing sound that cut through the air, it instantly pierced through the thirteen South Korean soldiers who had charged close at them.

[Archer Bai Qi, spearmen pierced thirteen Han soldiers, accumulated forty-one merits, promoted to 100th general!]

With a flash of blood, Bai Qi returned to his position as a centurion, and fifty Qin soldiers immediately surrounded him.

Bai Qi moved almost instantly to the side of the five Qin light cavalrymen who were approaching, pulled one of the unlucky ones off his horse, snatched his spear, and leaped onto his horse.

"Gentlemen, follow me into battle!"

"Ha~!"

With a flick of his spear at the horse's rump, he charged forward like an arrow released from a bow, his spear sweeping across the battlefield...

In ancient battlefields, a general leading the charge was an act of doubled courage.

This blood-red battlefield space was created specifically for trials, perfectly simulating this action.

As soon as Bai Qi led the charge, the fifty Qin soldiers' eyes turned bloodshot, their desire for battle surging.

Four cavalrymen instantly drew their swords and followed closely, while swordsmen and shieldmen led the charge, and archers and crossbowmen fired at close range.

The archers, who had no arrows, drew their spare short swords, while the spearmen, who had no spears, searched around for weapons.

The battlefield passion of the Qin people was perfectly ignited, and Bai Qi's charge was unstoppable.

"It's just a trial game, what's there to be afraid of?"

Soon, the Qin elite troops swept through the enemy lines and entered Hanxin City, ending the battle.

Bai Qi licked his lips, still wanting more.

He hadn't played a racing game so freely and without fear of death in a long time.

Just then, the surrounding blood-red space solidified, and an old general dressed in ordinary Qin armor and draped in a white robe walked up to him, his voice gentle.

[Bai Qi, aren't you afraid of death?]

"Lord Wu'an? No, it should be the natal sword spirit born from Lord Wu'an! Just a template!"

Bai Qi bowed respectfully, then decided to tell the truth, "It's just a game, what's there to be afraid of?!"

You're very good at finding loopholes in the rules!

The white-robed old general reached out and flicked his wrist, reversing time and revealing images of Bai Qi drawing his bow with both hands, firing seven shots in quick succession, throwing spears, instantly rising to the rank of a hundred generals, and charging forward on horseback.

Bai Qi smiled and countered, "Wu Anjun was granted the tenth rank of Qin nobility in his first battle and then became the Left Chancellor leading troops. Wouldn't you say he exploited a loophole in the Qin military nobility system?"

The old general in white robes smiled, a smile that reflected the satisfaction of having a worthy successor and the seriousness of taking things seriously.

[In this battle, you can accumulate enough merit to advance to the rank of 2500 lords, but due to the rules, you will still be a 100-lord. However, if you can answer one question truthfully, I can make an exception for you and allow you to participate in the Battle of Yique as a 500-lord.]

"To use my military merits to reward me again is not the way of Lord Wu'an."

Are you going to refuse?

"No, I want a commander of a thousand men, a leader of a detachment, and the power to make free decisions!"

Then you'll need to be careful with your answer.