My name is Wei Qing, and I want to fight the Xiongnu.

However, Wei Qing didn't think it was difficult. He directly gathered 50,000 elite troops together and set off to advance before the enemy arrived.

Outside the Hundred Battles Pavilion, on the sixtieth floor, Wei Qing's name was displayed. In the battlefield of the Hundred Battles Pavilion, the two armies gradually began to solidify from the moment they clashed.

Is it really that difficult to defeat 100,000 with 50,000?

Wei Qing did not use any fancy techniques or schemes.

Relying entirely on his battlefield command skills, he led 50,000 elite troops into a collision with the enemy's 100,000 iron cavalry.

At this moment, Wei Qing did not summon the soul of the army, nor did he possess strength as powerful as the ability to suppress mountains and seas and grasp the sun and moon. All he relied on was his extremely solid military command skills.

With 50,000 elite troops under his command, even when facing an enemy twice his size, he demonstrated a mastery of knowing when to advance and retreat, and how to maintain composure and balance.

In the blink of an eye, 100,000 elite troops were slaughtered, their bodies toppled and their blood flowing like rivers...

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My chest started to hurt a bit while I was writing, so I'm going to sleep first for fear of dying suddenly. I'll finish the last chapter this afternoon.

Chapter Thirty-Six: The fate of a nation is never something to be gambled on!

Can Wei Qing really get through this?

Currently, within the Command Department of the Imperial Academy, among the many students, lecturers, and supervisors, the only one who has been able to pass through the sixtieth floor is Li Guang, the supervisor of the Command Department.

Others either had the ability but hadn't tried, or they had tried but failed within the sixtieth floor.

Are we about to witness history again today?

I witnessed history just yesterday.

When did witnessing history become so commonplace?

Is there a difference between the martial arts command center on the 60th floor of the Hundred Battles Pavilion in the Command Department and the martial arts battlefield?

There isn't much difference. If there is any difference, it's probably that it's too realistic.

What's real isn't the simulation of war, but the soldiers on this level, who seem to have come alive; they are no longer just mere tools.

Their every smile, every word, was just like those of a living person.

With joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, with emotional attachments, some people are timid and fearful, while others are reckless and fearless.

They had their own identities and families. Some were destitute and joined the army just to earn a living; some had many children and grandchildren and were happy and content, but were forcibly conscripted to the front lines; some had just gotten engaged and hadn't had a chance to get married yet; some had lofty ambitions and were willing to shed their blood for the people.

They would tell their stories to their brothers while eating, occasionally grumble about how far the journey was while marching, fight over food and leave themselves hungry, and snore loudly while resting, completely disregarding the feelings of those around them.

The sixtieth floor represents the transition from the training battlefield to the real battlefield.

It was cruel, allowing some students who had never stepped onto the battlefield to experience the cruelty of war.

It is also gentle, building a transitional bridge between the martial arts world and the real battlefield.

Most students in the command department don't necessarily go to the frontier after graduation. The Han Dynasty was so vast that there were too many opportunities to command troops.

The eight colonels of Chang'an Royal City may not participate in the war from the time they take office until they retire.

The most brutal war that the 100-man general may have experienced was the suppression of bandits and rebellions.

Even if one cannot immediately accept the cruelty of war during their time at the Imperial Academy, they can still transform themselves through continuous experience after graduation and taking up their posts.

Most importantly, reality gave them the opportunity to try and fail.

Even if they died during the trial and error process, the loss to the Han Dynasty would be negligible.

But the four generals and four garrison commanders were different; they were the pillars of the nation, the backbone of a dynasty.

Reality did not give them the opportunity to make mistakes, nor could they expect to never participate in or come into contact with war in their lifetime.

The Han Dynasty couldn't afford to gamble, and these people weren't qualified to gamble with the fate of the nation.

The fate of a nation is not something to be gambled on!

Even if one passes through the sixtieth level, it only means that one has the potential and talent to serve as the general of the Four Expeditions and Four Garrisons, but it does not mean that one can actually serve as the general of the Four Expeditions and Four Garrisons.

The old man looked up at the Hundred Battles Pavilion and thought to himself: "The sixtieth floor, for the students of the Imperial Academy, tests not only their abilities but also their mentality. It is very difficult for someone who has never truly experienced war to pass the sixtieth floor."

Li Guang forced his way through the sixty levels by force, which some people looked down on and others despised.

But these people don't realize that on the battlefield, as long as you can win, who cares what means you use?

In terms of military command, Wei Qing is probably qualified, but having never stepped onto a battlefield, can he accept the cruelty of war?

Shouldn't that be okay?

Half a month ago, Cao Ying said something about moving the command department to Pingyang County. Perhaps it was just a casual remark made in anger, but thinking about it calmly, it might actually be a good choice.

At least for those geniuses, what they lack is not resources, not lecturers, not even talent, but experience.

At this moment, on the battlefield of Hundred Battles Pavilion, soldiers from both sides fell one after another into pools of blood, and the entire battlefield presented a terrifying scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

From the moment Wei Qing stepped onto the battlefield, he seemed to enter a dreamlike state, as he took command from his seat.

His eyes were devoid of any emotion; he felt neither elation at gaining the upper hand nor fear or pity for the deaths of his own soldiers.

At this moment, all that remained in his mind was how to defeat the enemy in the most effective and stable way.

In any war, someone has to sacrifice their life.

The person who sacrifices themselves could be a friend, an enemy, a father or son, a brother, or even themselves.

A desperate army may be victorious, but a desperate general will only worsen an already disadvantageous situation.

A kind heart cannot command an army; this has been true since ancient times.

Wei Qing's army gained an increasing advantage and its morale soared. A group of fearless soldiers completely reversed their numerical disadvantage in the battle.

Outside the Hundred Battles Pavilion, the students stared wide-eyed, holding their breath, their gazes fixed on the crystal tablet.

On the crystal tablet, Wei Qing's name became increasingly solid, indicating that Wei Qing's advantage was growing as he faced the challenge of the sixtieth floor.

Will it end up like Zhan Lian, inexplicably squandering a promising situation and being pushed back by a counterattack?

Could he end up like Gu She, collapsing before victory due to exhaustion?

.......

At this moment, in the prison below the Cultivation Pavilion, the old man's eyes gleamed with an unusual light.

A strong wind rises, clouds fly high; my might extends across the land, I return to my homeland; where can I find brave warriors to guard the four corners of the earth?

"He made it to the 60th floor!"

Zhang Liang was in charge of strategy and planning, while Xiao He was in charge of logistics and politics. They were certainly capable of passing through the sixty levels of the Hundred Battles Pavilion.

There's no other reason than that, with the body of the sun, moon, and stars, one can forcefully kill one through.

As for how far they can go? It's hard to say.

However, this meant nothing to them, and naturally they never succeeded.

But the old man was different. He not only broke through the Hundred Battles Pavilion of the Command Department, but also easily crossed the sixty-story chasm.

Therefore, even before the war inside the Hundred Battles Pavilion was over, he knew that no matter the outcome, Wei Qing had already passed this test.

Upon hearing the old man speak, Zhang Liang, usually calm and indifferent, showed a rare hint of satisfaction on his face: "Congratulations on the Han Dynasty gaining such a fine general!"

At the same time, Empress Lü Zhi, standing in front of the main hall of the palace, said, "Someone, convey my decree, ordering General Lü Lu to personally go to the Imperial Academy to pay homage to Wei Qing."

"promise."

The eunuch beside her heard that Empress Lü said "pay her respects" instead of "go to see her," and his eyes were filled with shock.

I can't imagine what kind of ability Wei Qing had that could make the Empress say such a thing.

After the eunuchs around her left, Empress Lü said again: "The thirteen shadow guards will change from monitoring Wei Qing to protecting him. If Wei Qing lives, the shadow guards will live; if Wei Qing dies, the shadow guards will perish."

"promise!"

After saying this, Empress Lü turned around and looked up at the magnificent palace behind her, murmuring, "Wei Qing, what a fine Wei Qing! He truly did not disappoint!"

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This is a supplement to yesterday's chapter. I promised to finish it this afternoon, but after lunch I was busy for a while and then slept until 5:30. Please forgive me.

I'll try to start coding earlier tonight; staying up too late is really taking a toll on my body.

Please take care of your health, everyone. Don't grind games so much that you end up in the hospital.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: There are too many fools; you can't fool them all.

Inside the Hundred Battles Pavilion, on the battlefield, Wei Qing walked amidst pools of blood.

The war is over. The enemy's 100,000 cavalry have been routed. Wei Qing led his troops in relentless pursuit, engaging in more than ten fierce battles in a single day, completely scattering the enemy army. Now it is time to clean up the battlefield.

As long as Wei Qing does not cease hostilities, this step is not yet considered complete.

The battlefield, which was once filled with the deafening shouts of battle, is now silent except for the cries of pain.

The enemy's wounded must be finished off, and our own wounded must be treated.

Often, the aftermath of a war is more frightening than the war itself.

Because during the war, there was no time to think about these things; there was only one thought in their minds: kill!

In any dynasty or country, victory is always exhilarating, but few people see the price paid behind the victory.

Wei Qing's shoes were stained red with blood. He could have left already, but he wanted to stay a little longer.

Has he already taken one step into the battlefield?

The soldiers on the frontier must have experienced something far more brutal than this, especially since they had won the battle.

Outside the Hundred Battles Pavilion, Wei Qing's name had completely solidified. He should have already passed the sixtieth floor, right?

But why hasn't Crystal Monument given a definitive answer yet?

Could something unexpected possibly happen?

Just when everyone was puzzled, Wei Qing's name on the crystal tablet suddenly disappeared.