The gun-blade pointed forward.

Around him, a mountain-and-sea-like roar echoed across the land, making hearts tremble and truly understanding the nature of this army. Wei Yuan pulled on his warhorse's reins, his body and face shrouded in dignified armor. The warhorse stepped forward.

The sound of hooves falling was heavy and steady.

As Wei Yuan moved forward, everyone held their breath.

It was as if an invisible, oppressive aura was being pushed out with his advance.

As if an invisible force suppressed the hearts and breaths of everyone around, they all felt that heaviness. The battle flag of the Great Qin rose high, connected together, like collapsing clouds and mountains.

Wei Yuan did not launch an attack or charge.

His right hand gripped his spear, his left hand raised to knock against the armor on his chest, and he said,

"Long live the Great Qin."

The Qin army, whose numbers were certainly measured in units of ten thousand, stepped forward as one, responding,

"Long live the Great Qin!"

Wei Yuan struck his armor, his voice still calm,

"Long live the Great Qin."

And the Qin army's voice was as majestic as mountains and rocks collapsing,

"Long live the Great Qin!!"

Wei Yuan raised the spear in his hand, pointing it forward, and said, "Long live the Great Qin!"

"Long live the Great Qin!!!"

This time the response was like the overturning of mountains and seas, as if all the creatures of heaven and earth were roaring and surging towards this place, shaking the heavens. The Daoist priest who had received the Five Thunders Talisman (shou lu wulei fa) only felt his heart tremble uncontrollably, feeling the earth shake.

Then, he heard the sound of swords being drawn from their scabbards, continuous and unbroken.

Accompanied by the third response of "Long live the Great Qin," the Qin army formed ranks, their left hands pressing the already-cocked crossbows, their right hands holding long swords diagonally. They stepped forward, the soldiers on both sides raising shields, the bronze ge (dagger-axe) held high behind them. When forming ranks against the enemy, the steel shields would block the enemy in front, and the bronze ge, more than two meters long, would stab out from the gaps in the shields, reaping the lives of all enemies.

The crossbowmen and archers behind them held arrows drawn, this was the most stable formation when the army advanced.

The Great Qin battle swords for offense, the shield formations for defense, the ge could pierce enemies, and when retracted, the corpses would be stuck on the shields, and the bronze ge could be pulled back. When the enemy was blocked by the formation, then the Qin arrow array would transform into a downpour from the sky. Finally, the shield formation would open, and the chariots behind would charge to the front.

Fan Kuai lowered his shield, sat on it, and watched this scene.

Boosting the morale of the army was a skill that all generals must master, and he had never seen a method that could inspire such boundless courage in the soldiers. Was this the Qin army at its peak...

Sweeping away the Six Kingdoms and driving away the Xiongnu (nomadic people).

How arrogant and how proud.

He was stunned, staring blankly into the distance, seeing the Qin army's battle flags fluttering like cloud mountains, like the sky pressing down.

The advancing army was like a torrent of steel, the bronze ge wrapped with crude red cloth, fluttering together, like a sea of red clouds, silent and soundless, only the sound of footsteps, fear like a giant beast, devouring everyone. The Qin general in armor stared at the still-composed Overlord, raised his spear, and said slowly,

"Hold!"

The military order was transmitted far away.

With heavy footsteps, the army stopped moving forward.

The shield formation moved forward, the raised dust caused the battle flags to flutter.

"Down!"

Accompanied by a loud sound, the shield formation slammed heavily on the ground, then tilted backward, forming a sloped shield formation. The Qin Mo (a school of thought in ancient China) mechanical order activated, and blades popped out from the bottom of the shields, firmly connecting with the ground. Almost simultaneously, bronze ge were placed on them, the blades glinting coldly, pointing forward.

Then Wei Yuan raised his hand and issued the third military order.

"Wind!"

Dafeng (great wind) meant a volley, but feng (wind) was another order. The archers and crossbowmen took out their weapons, knelt on one knee, nocked their arrows, and drew their bows halfway, the arrows pointing upwards. Almost in the blink of an eye, this place had turned into a gladiatorial arena where one had no choice but to fight to the death.

At this time, the Daoist priest and the other researchers seemed to understand something, but they were also puzzled.

But Fan Kuai had already abandoned the idea of taking action, and a look of admiration appeared on his rough face. Defeating Xiang Yu, the Overlord of Western Chu, was the greatest achievement in the hearts of all the generals of his era.

There were countless troops here, and if they formed battle formations and fought, even the Overlord of Western Chu would not be able to break free and would die a second time in the chaotic army.

However, the Qin general before him was not Pei Gong (Liu Bang, the founder of the Han dynasty) after all.

Heroes and heroes were different.

Wei Yuan tightened his warhorse's reins and stared at Xiang Yu. He had no intention of leading his troops to charge. He didn't want to, and even said he was unwilling to do so. Just thinking about it made his heart feel extremely disgusted. He gripped his spear, his heart inexplicably hot, thinking of what Zhang Han had said.

We are the same, not people who can be called famous generals.

If it were a base and incompetent person, it would be fine to crush them with the army, but this was Xiang Yu. To defeat him, it would only have the greatest significance on a real battlefield. From the standpoint of a general, Xiang Yu was definitely not a man who should die in humiliation under the knives and swords of a chaotic army.

An suppressed emotion surged in Wei Yuan's heart, and he seemed to see the burning city of Xianyang.

He saw that night, after being pierced through the heart, he fell back, seeing the bright moon.

That emotion was stuck in his heart, making him grip his weapon tightly.

He said, "Give him a spear."

The iron cavalry behind him spurred their horses forward, and the heavy and sharp Great Qin war spear in their hands was thrown out violently, landing heavily on the ground next to Xiang Yu. The spear in Xiang Yu's hand had been broken, and a quarter of it, including the spearhead, had disappeared. Such a weapon could not be used for real combat.

And Wei Yuan did not know that the Xiang Yu in front of him was a true spirit, existing attached to the remains of the Overlord Spear.

Then Fan Kuai saw Xiang Yu looking at the Qin general, letting go of his hand, and the remains of the Overlord Spear fell to the ground.

He picked up a real war spear.

A powerful and unstoppable aura rose up.

Wei Yuan carried his spear, the warhorse stepped forward, the world was suppressed, the invisible aura was heavy and dignified. Xiang Yu twirled the war spear in his hand, with a flick of his wrist, the spear shaft emitted a low鸣啸 from the tail to the blade. The sound of the spearhead was like the roar of a tiger.

At that instant, the Wuzhui (Xiang Yu's horse) under his crotch suddenly let out a roar like a beast. The Overlord of Western Chu leaped out on his horse, and Qin general Wei Yuan's mount accelerated violently, with a magnificent momentum like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami. He was skilled in swordsmanship, but in mounted combat, it was the world of long-handled weapons.

Two warhorses that could be called strange beasts charged forward with their generals at terrifying speed. The heavy armor, all the strength of their bodies, all converged at one point, and finally transmitted to the weapons in their hands. Two black war spears collided heavily together, and the previous oppression and silence of the world was instantly torn apart.

The terrifying clash of metal was about to deafen everyone who heard it, and a hideous crack appeared on the ground. The weapons in the hands of the two men trembled violently, and then suddenly deflected to the side and pressed down. Xiang Yu's spear suppressed Wei Yuan's spear blade, while Wei Yuan's weapon turned slightly, using the side of the spear blade and the junction of the spear shaft to jam Xiang Yu's long spear.

The strength of the two men forced the two warhorses to gallop side by side.

Only the Daoist priest could barely see the trajectory of the two men's weapons, constantly colliding. Every move and every stance was a well-honed battlefield martial technique. Zhang Han's war drums became more and more激昂. Wei Yuan's spear strikes were all-out, as if he was putting all of himself into them.

The strength of the Overlord of Western Chu surpassed Wei Yuan. He was the number one expert in military tactics, and when he had the advantage, he was completely unreasonable and could defeat the enemy in one fell swoop. No one but him could achieve such command, and his martial arts were the same.

Once weaker than him, he would be quickly killed.

But the Qin general in front of him was able to steadily catch his weapon.

The two men's weapons collided again.

Xiang Yu said, "I have never seen your spear technique before. There was no you at the end of the Qin Dynasty."

Wei Yuan retracted the war spear in his hand and slammed it down violently, without answering.

Xiang Yu's spear momentum suddenly changed, adding thickness and沉浑 to the sharpness. He laughed loudly and said, "But even with you, you are not my opponent. It's just that the era will at least not be too lonely!"

Wei Yuan was suppressed by the spear, and his warhorse could not help but take a step back, but his expression was calm. He replied, "In any case, you will not become the common ruler of Shenzhou (China). You are the King of Chu, but in the end you can only be called a king."

Xiang Yu sneered, "You also think that I am not in sync with the times because of my brutal behavior?"

But to his surprise.

The Qin general in front of him shook his head and said, "No."

Wei Yuan gathered his strength and said,

"Everyone says that you failed because you were brutal and unpopular."

"But there are also people in the world who are tyrannical and横行 but founded a country. Not being popular is just a matter of not having enough national fortune. There is no reason why you can't do it. And in history, you yourself had countless opportunities. You, Xiang Yu, are not unable to succeed because of brutality, but because you yourself are not qualified to be an emperor."

He suddenly let out a long roar, and the retreating warhorse violently charged forward, twisting its body and violently exerting force. The war spear in his hand heavily劈斩 slammed down. Xiang Yu横栏 blocked with his spear, and the two men once again凝滞 confronted each other, madly wrestling. The muscle lines of the warhorses, even through their fur, were extremely clear, and their hind hooves were constantly stomping on the ground.

Wei Yuan stared at the Overlord of Western Chu, word by word, and said coldly, "Someone has already stood in an unprecedented position. He has opened up more possibilities. No one will be willing to become a mere ordinary vassal again."

"In such a chaotic world, even if you can't become a pioneer who can create unprecedented achievements like him, you should at least walk behind him, see the same scenery as him, and know the weight of the four words 'the world is one country.' But you didn't, so you are destined to be defeated."

"Possessing unparalleled martial arts and military tactics, but closing your eyes and not looking at that era, yearning to return to the past of the Warring States Period. Xiang Yu, the Overlord of Western Chu, your enemy is simply that era itself."

But Xiang Yu suddenly laughed loudly and said, "That was forced by the era. Why must I conform to the people of that era and be a puppet of everyone in the world?! If I become an emperor, I will only be after the First Emperor. If I am to do it, I will be the unique Overlord of Western Chu for all eternity!"

"The vassal states are held by me. This is to replace him."

"The famous generals of the world, can't even do what they want? How absurd!"

"Die!"

Xiang Yu roared, and the long spear seemed to suddenly change, entangling the previous formidable power, but suddenly becoming delicate and complex. Wei Yuan's attack was swept away and deflected. This spear directly brushed against Wei Yuan's spear blade and armor, about to pierce his heart. In the previous life, he had died under such changing moves.

The sound of the war drums became more and more激昂, as if to pierce the heavens and the earth.

Previous life, this life.

The exact same scene appeared before him.

A cold killing intent suddenly filled his heart, and then the chill invaded his limbs. The enemy in front of him was the Overlord of Western Chu. Wei Yuan's body froze at that moment, as if he had returned to the Chu army's camp. He was exhausted and covered in mud, facing the triumphant Overlord of Western Chu, and in the end, that spear blade would pierce his heart.

Then he saw the burning city, saw the ashes of collapsed Xianyang.

It was gone.

There was nothing left...

Only a ring remained in his home.

Zhang Han gave it his all in the end, heavily beating the drums.

The drumsticks broke, and his hands were covered in blood.

Wei Yuan's heart also heavily skipped a beat.

His eyes seemed to be burning with flames.

The past nightmare was awakened by the flames of Xianyang.

The fear and residual baleful aura were shattered at that moment. The intense shadow brought about by almost dying under Xiang Yu's spear in the previous life was nowhere to be found under the flames. The emotions that had been accumulating in his heart since seeing Xiang Yu violently gushed out. Wei Yuan suddenly laughed loudly, but his heart was full of indescribable sorrow.

He was him, and yet he was not him.

It was too late!

He suddenly tilted his body, and his left hand violently grabbed Xiang Yu's long spear. His hand armor was shattered, and blood flowed horizontally, but he only felt happy and satisfied. He exerted all his strength and violently pulled, and Xiang Yu's body was pulled off course. The Wuzhui warhorse neighed and staggered to its knees.

The Overlord of Western Chu fell off his horse.

The war spear in Wei Yuan's hand rotated and stabbed out, transforming into a roaring black dragon.

Piercing Xiang Yu's heart.

ps: Today's first update...3800 words, thank you to the Little Hui Liyi (name of user) who likes to read books for the ten thousand reward, thank you~

I felt a little虚脱 after writing yesterday, and it's late again today.

Also, I recommend two books... "Abnormal Collector" and "I Was Supposed to Slay Dragons But Accidentally Started Cultivating Immortality."

There will be another update later, and I hope to finish writing it by at least one o'clock.