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

"Qin dog, where do you think you're going!"

"Qin people are cowards. If you're so capable, stop your horses and fight your grandfather from the Wei family."

The foul language of the Wei soldiers behind him echoed along this stretch of Tianshan Road.

Bai Qi, who was fleeing for his life, ignored the warnings and galloped ahead in a column, overtaking the Qin infantry who were being bypassed by the black and red deputy generals.

Behind them, five hundred Qin light cavalry, who had lost only a few riders, followed closely in formation, riding side by side.

As soon as the Qin cavalrymen passed the Qin infantry formation, they spurred their horses around to the rear, quickly jumped off their horses, untied the bean rations, fed the horses with one hand, and bit open the water bags with the other to gulp down the water.

"The light cavalry should quickly rest and prepare to encircle and annihilate the Wei infantry!"

"Yes, sir!"

Bai Qi gave a simple order, handed his warhorse to the Qin soldiers nearby, and, holding a dry cake in one hand and a water bag in the other, quickly darted to the side of the black-and-red deputy general.

The dark-faced deputy general was gathering the Qin army's formation.

"Front-line shield bearers, close in!"

"Spearmen, hold your ground, raise your spears!"

"Crossbowmen, prepare!"

"Heavy armored soldiers, prepare to break through the enemy lines!"

The lieutenant noticed Bai Qi approaching and immediately asked in a low voice, "General, Wei has noticed something's wrong."

"Nonsense! The front is blocked by shield-bearers, and the sides are formidable mountains. If they still can't spot something amiss, the Wei commander might as well slit his own throat right here."

Bai Qi's lips curled slightly.

"However, judging from his reluctance to leave, he probably guessed that the ambush forces were insufficient and was preparing to coordinate with the Wei infantry from the rear to crush the enemy in one fell swoop."

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you!"

Bai Qi said coldly, "Beat the drums! Let the rolling logs prepared on the mountaintop send them on their final journey!"

"Yes, sir!"

The black-and-red deputy general crossed his arms, the messenger flag waved, and the Qin army's war drums beat loudly.

The nearly three hundred Han cooks who were lying in ambush on both sides of the cliff immediately began to throw stones and logs down the cliff under the threat of Qin soldiers behind them.

In an instant, boulders the size of human heads and early-cut logs crashed down from the sky like thunder.

The eight hundred cavalry and nearly a thousand infantrymen of the Wei army, who had just assembled, looked up at the catastrophic disaster and felt as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had caved in, their eyes wide with horror.

Bai Qi shook his head and chuckled.

Throughout history, the ways of war have evolved in countless ways; who says that cooks are only capable of starting fires and preparing meals?

"He now commands an army of 1,300! 1,000 elite Qin soldiers and 300 auxiliary troops lying in ambush."

Half an incense stick later.

The rumbling sound of rolling stones and logs on both sides subsided.

On the battlefield, nearly 1,800 Wei cavalry and infantry combined forces had already suffered more than half casualties.

dong dong dong~

The war drums of the Qin army began to sound as they marched forward.

The heavy stomping of the footman was like a mountain crashing and a tsunami roaring.

The forest of spears held high, and the towering shields in the front row, each as tall as a person, were awe-inspiring.

Through the sparse gaps, the arrowheads of the bronze crossbows gleamed with a cold light.

The Wei general, who had narrowly escaped being hit by the rolling stones and logs, gritted his teeth, his forehead veins bulging, and his pupils filled with hatred and bloodshot veins.

The Wei general suddenly drew his long sword and shouted sharply, "Where are the Wei elite troops?!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

On the devastated battlefield, one after another, Wei soldiers clad in heavy armor struggled to their feet.

Before long, the Wei army had gathered 150 Wei elite soldiers and more than 1,000 remnants.

The Wei general drew his sword, "In this battle, I will go first. Are you all willing to fight to the death together?!"

"I am willing to follow the general, to the death!"

"Long live the King of Wei! Kill!"

"kill!"

The Wei army junior officer who was following closely behind was about to go to the Yellow Springs with him, but was suddenly grabbed by the Wei general.

"Ride straight back to the main camp and inform the commander: The Qin general here is cunning; we must quickly suppress him with heavy troops!"

"General, but..."

"Hurry! Don't let our brothers' blood be shed in vain. I'll buy you some time!"

After speaking, the Wei general did not hesitate any longer, drew his long sword, and gathered his charging soldiers.

Like an ant trying to shake a tree, they launched a desperate charge against the Qin army's well-organized formation.

"The Wei Wu soldiers are destined to die, with no chance of survival!"

"The Wei Wu soldiers are destined to die, with no chance of survival!"

Bai Qi stood on a high platform made of a giant rock, his eyes cold, the bowstring taut...

"Whether friend or foe, a soldier's greatest honor is to die on the battlefield!"

swoosh~

……

Half an hour later.

"My lord, in this battle we beheaded 1,200, captured 500 surrendered soldiers, and over 100 Wei cavalrymen escaped."

The black-and-red deputy general could not hide his joy. "Our Qin army has lost less than a hundred men."

He had been in the military for almost half his life and had never won such a resounding victory.

"However, the cavalry are exhausted from their journey and may not be able to guarantee that they can all be intercepted and killed in the wilderness."

The deputy general, Hei Hong, said worriedly, "The next time the Wei army sends troops to encircle and suppress us, they will probably number at least three to five thousand."

"And these five hundred surrendered Wei soldiers, keeping them alive is just a waste of food, so perhaps..."

Bai Qi's smile faded, and he looked at the scheming deputy general, waving his hand helplessly.

He walked over and squatted down among the captured Wei soldiers who had been stripped of their armor and looked dejected, looking at the thirty-odd Wei soldiers in front of him who were still defiant.

"The Qin army is still fighting on the move in the Han region and is short of food. You have five hundred men. Tell this general a reason not to massacre you."

The thirty Wei soldiers froze, their anger vanishing, replaced by sorrow in their eyes.

Now they are at the mercy of others, like fish on a chopping board; they are probably...

Have you heard of the Qin Dynasty's system of awarding ranks based on military merit?

Seeing some people's eyes flicker, Bai Qi's lips curled up. "I can spare you, but you must also attack the Han people for me."

"The Qin army will be rewarded with half a rank, and the head of a Han soldier will be given. Qin will reward you with 100 mu of land, and you will receive 50 mu."

"If you do not wish to become a Qin citizen after this battle, you may exchange your meritorious land for gold and silver and return to Wei."

"I, Bai Qizi, the grandson of Zuo Geng, the commander-in-chief of the Qin army, swear to Heaven."

Those who break their promises will die a horrible death!

Among the surrendered Wei soldiers, some bowed their heads in silence, while others had shifty eyes.

After a long pause, someone finally asked incredulously, "The Qin general, do you believe my surrendered soldiers?"

Bai Qi laughed and said, "Only single soldiers are allowed, no armor. Unless you cut down an armored soldier for me."

The doubts surrounding the surrendered Wei soldiers have been largely dispelled. Only with this cautious approach can their beliefs be trusted; the real fear is…

"And how can we know that the Qin people didn't trick the Wei people into risking their lives, only to break their promise and profit from it all?"

"You have no choice but to believe."

Bai Qi stood up with an arrogant expression and looked down at his opponent: "Bai Qi is the grandson of the Qin army's chief general. He is only sixteen years old but already commands a thousand men. He disdains to break his promise and become rich."

His words were very blunt, but they perfectly reflected the shallow and fixed perceptions of the lower and middle classes of the time regarding the feudal aristocracy of the Warring States period.

If nobles aren't arrogant, are they still nobles?

"Young General, are you truly willing to let us return to Wei with the gold after this battle?"

"This is a game, you know!"

Bai Qi pointed his finger and made a vow.

"A promise made is a promise kept. I am Bai Qi, a descendant of a noble family of the Qin ruler, and I am trustworthy!"

Before Lord Wu'an's credibility as a military commander collapsed, he was still able to appease one or two surrendered soldiers.

Soon, the five hundred Wei soldiers split into two camps, one large and one small, under the threat of Qin weapons.

"The people of Han are greedy for land, and the people of Wei are greedy for wealth. If we use the people of Wei to attack Han, and the people of Han to control Wei, then our armies will be countless. Perhaps he has found a quick way to unite the six states."

Bai Qi looked at the nearly one hundred stubborn Wei people, shook his head indifferently, and summoned his deputy.

How many intact warhorses did the Wei army manage to recover?

"Two hundred riders!"

"In this way, I will lead five hundred Qin light cavalry and two hundred Wei elite soldiers ahead, while you will lead the remaining four hundred Qin infantry, two hundred Wei infantry, and three hundred Han cooks to follow."

Bai Qi unfolded the map and pointed his finger along the route that the South Korean army's grain transport convoy was bound to take.

"Next target: South Korean military supply convoy."

"Yes, sir!"

The black-and-red deputy general hesitated: "General, what about these Wei people who are unwilling to submit..."

Bai Qi sighed, "Follow the old Qin army precedent!"

The lieutenant grinned maliciously: "Yes, sir!"

……

Half a day later.

Bai Qi led four hundred Qin light cavalry in a charge.

One hundred Qin light cavalrymen brandished their longswords, while two hundred Wei elite soldiers charged towards the Han army with resentment in their eyes.

Even if Wei's elite troops are not determined to fight, a great victory is still expected against Han's auxiliary troops.

Fifteen minutes later.

The South Korean army's 1,000-man grain transport team collapsed, and 200 South Korean auxiliary soldiers transporting the grain were captured.

The deputy general rallied the infantry and rushed over, but the rear guard was now thirty or fifty men short, clearly indicating that some Wei and Han soldiers had deserted.

Adding to the losses on Bai Qi's side, the total number of soldiers lost was 100, while Han Fubing's number increased by 200.

Currently, the total number of troops at hand is 870 Qin soldiers, 350 Wei elite soldiers, and 500 Han fire-head soldiers.

In total, it amounted to nearly 1,700.

Bai Qi raised his arm high, "Speed ​​up the grain transport. Target: the next Korean village."

Two more days passed.

The Wei army's grain transport convoy was robbed again.

Bai Qi's Qin-Wei-Han allied forces had expanded to 2,200 men, and he began to feel slightly anxious.

The Qin army was small, and the allied forces of Han and Wei under his command were already showing signs of becoming restless.

It was only because the Han people did not trust the Wei people, and the Wei people did not trust the Han people, that Bai Qi was able to maintain a balance of power.