Chapter 295 The Qin Army

The clash of weapons produced a heavy sound, like rolling thunder.

It felt as if being nearby would be enough to have one's body torn apart by the shockwaves. Indeed, all the soldiers near the two weapons were ripped to shreds. Even remnants of true spirits, echoes of past heroes, were not something ordinary people could contend with.

Fan Kuai retreated several steps, his hand gripping the shield trembling uncontrollably.

As Liu Bang's strongest general, his style was similar to Xiang Yu's, but he was definitely no match for Xiang Yu. However, at this moment, freed from his duty of protection, he could unleash even greater power.

But he could still feel the pure suppression of force.

Xiang Yu... An instinctive sigh arose in Fan Kuai's heart. In the era when he roamed the land, this man's weight surpassed everything. Perhaps in Liu Bang's heart, seizing the world was the ultimate goal and true achievement, but in the eyes of a military general, what could be a greater accomplishment than personally killing Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu?

He roared and clashed with Xiang Yu again.

Xiang Yu's face was nonchalant.

But the spear in his hand was unbelievably heavy and domineering.

The soldiers made of Yin energy that both sides brought also began to clash in this vast open space. All the others, whether ordinary cultivators or researchers, stayed far away from this scene that seemed to recreate an ancient battlefield. Fortunately, the area was large enough, like a drill ground for troops.

Otherwise, the aftershocks alone would be enough to kill them.

Ancient battle formations, formations from the Age of Gods, were like huge grinding wheels. Under the command of the two famous generals, these ordinary soldiers and Yin soldiers seemed to be completely reborn. The fierce killing intent and the steel-like aura almost paralyzed everyone.

A fierce tiger can lead sheep-like soldiers to devour a pack of wolves.

And the true spirits of the two famous generals were fighting madly in the center.

Two teams of cultivators and Yin soldiers had already rushed towards the front of the 'Xianyang Palace'. Two golden statues also joined the battle between Xiang Yu and Fan Kuai. At this moment, the front of the Xianyang Palace was almost empty. They rushed over, wanting to open the palace gates. At this moment, Wei Yuan and the others happened to appear near the palace gates.

The mechanisms of the Mo family from the Age of Gods had long incorporated formations and the ability to change positions.

The cultivators noticed the two young researchers and the elderly Professor Dong Yuefeng.

But their hearts were cold, and they showed no mercy. They drew their weapons, and the two groups of Yin soldiers behind them had each formed battle formations. The decisiveness and oppressiveness they exuded when rushing forward were feelings that could only be found under the command of famous generals.

Wei Yuan and Zhang Han had Dong Yuefeng hide near the mechanism entrance behind them.

If anything went wrong, the old professor could turn around and return to the interior of the mechanism, lowering the gate and blocking everyone behind him. Wei Yuan held the hilt of his sword in his hand. The battlefield, the bloodshed, the sound of weapons clashing swirled in the wind. He took a breath, and it felt as if rough air was pouring into his throat and lungs, slowly boiling his blood.

He thought of the past. His hand gripped his weapon. When the enemy approached, he suddenly drew his sword, abandoning the scabbard. The blade rubbed against the scabbard, making a suppressed, ultimate cry of a weapon, as if a fierce thunderbolt was hidden in the scabbard, and then suddenly erupted.

The long sword slashed down heavily.

That team of fierce Yin soul soldiers was forcibly broken through by his sword, and the sword in his hand had already torn a path. Beside him was Zhang Han. The essence of battle formation swordsmanship was always only one thing: trust your comrades, trust that they will block fatal attacks for you, just as they trust you.

Two swords, like two groups of blizzards sweeping and spreading fiercely.

By the time the other cultivators and Yin soul soldiers noticed, the ground was already covered with corpses. The strong smell of blood made the atmosphere here even more like a battlefield. Wei Yuan's sword pierced through a cultivator's throat, coming out from the back of his neck, or directly pierced through the heart of a Yin soul, shattering its soul.

Then came the sharp sound of something cutting through the air. Wei Yuan instinctively raised his sword to block with the flat of the blade.

An arrow was blocked.

He took a step back, and Xiang Yu on horseback dropped his bow, his eyes fixed on Wei Yuan, as if recalling something. The famous horse beneath him pawed at the ground, its shaking mane like a lion gazing at the sky and the sun.

Zhang Han's breathing had become rapid and panting.

He was only possessing a soul; the owner of this body was still an ordinary person.

Wei Yuan blocked the incoming weapon for him. Zhang Han took a step back and sighed:

"It seems that the strength of this body can only do so much."

"I can't ruin his body."

He said, "By the way, Yuan, how many soldiers can you command?"

Individual combat and leading an army are two completely different fields.

Wei Yuan replied, "No more than three thousand."

Zhang Han murmured a few times and said, "Then, I will beat the drums for you."

Wei Yuan nodded, looked at Xiang Yu in front of him, who was tightening the reins of his black horse, slowly put force into the hand gripping his sword, and straightened his back. He exhaled and inhaled. Behind him, Zhang Han climbed onto the city wall of Xianyang Palace and beat the war drums with all his strength.

The majestic sound of the war drums almost exploded here.

Everyone noticed the young man holding a sword and standing in front of Xianyang Palace. In both camps, Yin souls transformed into soldiers and rushed towards Wei Yuan, while Xiang Yu and Fan Kuai were still locked in combat. If it weren't for the existence of the Great Qin golden statues, Fan Kuai might have already been defeated. Even so, after Wei Yuan appeared, Xiang Yu's true spirit became more obvious and serious.

The broken heavy spear stirred up a storm, and every strike seemed to crush everything in front of it.

Fan Kuai was gradually finding it difficult to hold on.

Finally, the black horse let out a roar like a beast and reared up. Xiang Yu's eyes were like burning flames, and the broken spear in his hand swung out heavily. Fan Kuai felt a chill in his heart, retreated sharply, and lowered his head. The two Yin soul captains around him were directly beheaded, and the remaining fragments of their souls were like blood.

The two Great Qin golden statues were also repelled by this heavy and domineering strike.

The black horse moved forward slowly. Xiang Yu's eyes were calm, and the broken spear lifted Fan Kuai's chin.

Fan Kuai was breathing heavily.

He knew that in the next moment, Xiang Yu's spear would pierce his throat mercilessly.

However, he would return to a long sleep. Today's experience was just a chance occurrence that could not be repeated. However, he still felt some regret that the gap between himself and Xiang Yu was so huge. But just as he closed his eyes and waited for death, Fan Kuai's expression suddenly changed.

"This sound..."

He said, "An army is marching!"

He sat on the ground, using his shield to support himself. When marching, people often used their shields as pillows, using this method to hear marching sounds or digging sounds. This was a skill that had to be mastered when marching in the wild, but this was not the wild.

If the army here was not a third party also using the same method of exhausting divine weapons and true spirits, then there would only be one possibility—

Almost as soon as the sound fell, everyone felt it. They heard the sound of footsteps, steady and calm. Perhaps, this sound had been approaching from the beginning, but it was drowned out by the sound of weapons clashing. It was not until it got close enough that they noticed it.

The sound came from behind them.

Xiang Yu raised his head.

Zhang Han beat the war drums heavily.

Suddenly, he let out a long howl:

"How can it be said we have no clothes!"

"We share our robes with you!"

After this long howl, there was actually a voice that responded. The researchers' faces were pale, but they also had an unspeakable excitement that brought a flush to their faces. They heard it. In the sound of footsteps, there was clearly a ballad coming.

"How can it be said we have no clothes? We share our robes with you. The king has raised an army, let us repair our spears and shields. We share our hatred with you!"

"How can it be said we have no clothes? We share our armor with you. The king has raised an army, let us repair our spears and halberds. We work together with you!"

"How can it be said we have no clothes? We share our garments with you. The king has raised an army, let us repair our armor and weapons. We march together with you!"

Those voices seemed to come from the distant past, as if they came from behind them. The tone of the singers was flat, with local accents and slang, and even with indistinguishable voices, but mixed together, no one could laugh at them anymore.

There was such heroism and a grand ideal in those voices.

They turned their heads stiffly and looked back, seeing a dark mass, countless people. They held long swords at an angle and moved forward step by step. They saw the suddenly unfurled black Great Qin battle flag, with the pattern of a black bird spreading its wings on it.

Fan Kuai's expression changed slightly. He used the time to retreat sharply, avoiding Xiang Yu's spear. Xiang Yu subconsciously thrust his spear forward, but forgot that his spear had been broken. This time, it only tore a bloody mark on Fan Kuai's shoulder.

Fan Kuai returned to the ranks of the Yin soul soldiers, wanting to form a battle formation again.

Zhang Han beat the war drums heavily.

First, there was an extremely impassioned strike, followed by a burst of rapid drumbeats.

The Qin army, resurrected by the Qin terracotta warriors and the war drums of Xianyang Palace, suddenly stepped forward.

They took off their war bows, knelt on one knee, and drew their bows to shoot in unison.

Fan Kuai subconsciously raised his shield. In an instant, after the rain of arrows that covered the sky and the earth, Fan Kuai's entire unit was surrounded by a dense circle of arrows. Not only Fan Kuai, but everyone else found themselves surrounded by arrows.

Fan Kuai stiffly lowered his shield.

Controlling the army's momentum with the sound of drums.

The one who beats the drums must be a famous general!

Then the earth began to tremble. The Qin soldiers, who appeared in an unknown way, retreated silently.

A path was separated in the middle, and then the sound of thunder approached, rushing out in an instant. Fan Kuai's pupils contracted. This was the sound of cavalry. Liu Bang had once subdued Li Bi and Luo Jia, training cavalry for the Han army and making many meritorious contributions. And these two were just ordinary Great Qin knights.

Qin occupied fortresses and kept the Xiongnu at bay, and had also subdued the Lord of Yiqu.

They were not short of war horses!

The requirements for the Great Qin cavalry flashed through Fan Kuai's mind.

The method of selecting knights is to take those under forty years old, seven feet five inches or taller, strong, agile, and extraordinary; able to gallop and shoot on horseback, forward, backward, left, and right, maneuvering, advancing, and retreating, crossing ditches, climbing hills, facing dangers, traversing great swamps, resisting strong enemies, and disrupting the masses, are called martial cavalrymen, and must be generously rewarded.

In the thunderous sound, the Great Qin cavalry who truly kept the Xiongnu at bay appeared. Even Fan Kuai, who had seen these beings before, tightened his weapon. The other modern cultivators and researchers subconsciously retreated in confusion. This should hardly be a creation of the Qin Dynasty. The tall warhorses were almost a head taller than ordinary warhorses and were even more majestic.

They wore Qin black armor that was at least three times thicker than ordinary Great Qin iron armor, shrouded in black armor leaves. Only their eyes and noses were exposed from their helmets. They carried Great Qin war crossbows on their backs. Even the warhorses were luxuriously covered in armor. The weapons they used were uniform black spears. Such weapons, when galloping at high speed, had a terrifying impact and penetrating power.

And when the speed of the warhorses was reduced, they also had Great Qin war swords at their waists. The south of Lantian produced jade, and the north of Lantian produced gold and iron. The extremely sharp war swords, combined with cultivation far surpassing ordinary Qin soldiers, could instantly kill enemies. When such martial cavalrymen appeared on the battlefield in groups, they were the strongest force for reaping enemies.

But after Wang Li died in battle, no one gathered these terrifying forces of the Qin Empire again.

Hundreds of martial cavalrymen galloped out of the formation, like black clouds of death. Xiang Yu recalled the twenty-eight riders who charged and killed with him in the end, a complex look appearing on his face. After these hundreds of martial cavalrymen appeared, they directly dispersed and rushed towards the cultivators who had entered the imperial mausoleum with special purposes.

Accompanied by Zhang Han's war drums and command flags, those modern cultivators who had easier access to resources but were far less powerful than those in the war-torn years were pierced through. Their spells had almost no effect when they hit the armor. Their flying swords could not tear through the opponent's defense. The armor was obviously not an ordinary creation.

And the blades of these martial cavalrymen easily tore the cultivators apart, strangling them like cold and ruthless machines.

Fear enveloped everyone.

The researchers' faces were filled with fear, and the remaining cultivators felt that their bodies almost did not belong to them.

The Taoist who had been granted the Five Thunder Talismans trembled slightly.

Under the influence of the military's killing aura, his Taoist techniques, which were already suppressed, could hardly be used.

Blood brought fear. In the thunderous sound of hooves, hundreds of elite war riders bypassed Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Chu, separated in an arc, and finally gathered in front of the Xianyang Palace. Xiang Yu raised his spear and looked there. The old Professor Dong Yuefeng's face was pale, his hands trembling. The thunderous sound exploded in his ears, almost causing him to faint.

Then the leading rider tightened the reins of his warhorse.

'He' looked at Wei Yuan, lowered his head slightly in salute, and then spoke in a slow and deep voice.

"To put on armor for the general."

"Yes!"

The several martial cavalrymen who had bypassed dismounted. One of them pulled a spare warhorse, but this spare warhorse was a head taller than their warhorses and retained some pottery-like color. In the saddlebags on the side of the horse, there was a complete set of complex black Qin armor.

Wei Yuan silently took off his sword.

He flipped onto the horse. The surrounding martial cavalrymen completed the armor for him. The helmet and armor of the Age of Gods, every part was still intact. The parts of the armor collided, and in the silence, the sound was solemn and loud. Finally, when a black spear was handed to Wei Yuan, he sat on the warhorse, shrouded in black armor, coldly and majestically like a true Great Qin general.

Dong Yuefeng trembled all over, almost unable to speak.

Wei Yuan looked at the Hegemon-King on the opposite side.

The Hegemon-King also looked at him.

Time never spares us. We run through history, fighting each other as enemies. Finally, time flows, and we meet again here.

In the more distant position, the Qin army, briefly resurrected by the Qin terracotta warriors, was silent.

Wei Yuan murmured in his heart, "We share our robes with you."

He arrogantly raised the spear in his hand, pointing to the sky. He pulled the reins, and the warhorse stepped gracefully. His clear voice became low and majestic under the helmet, word by word, with an unspeakable weight, echoing in this deathly silent world—

"Great Qin Law, Wartime Regulation Article Seven! His Majesty is asleep, the Marquis is missing."

"Now, Zhiji Zhonglang General Yuan takes full command of the entire army."

"All units of the legion, await orders!"

Except for the volley of arrows, the Great Qin army formation, which seemed like a dead thing, seemed to revive in this instant.

They suddenly stepped forward, their footsteps heavy like thunder. Their palms heavily struck their chests, responding loudly.

"Wei!!!"

Countless voices converged, the Qin army's war cry roared, the sound of three shouts, like thunder.

Wei Yuan raised the spear in his hand, pointing it at Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King.

ps: Second update today... I originally wanted to use "Nuo", but after checking, it wasn't appropriate.

"Wei" means responding quickly and without doubt.

It seems that "Nuo" is used for superiors and equals, while "Wei" is used for subordinates, which is the origin of "Wei Wei Nuo Nuo" (being subservient).

Okay, I'm satisfied.

To be honest, these past few days have been for this moment.

Also, the Qin Dynasty army had helmets. There are tombs among the terracotta warriors that specifically list armor and helmets.

That is, *doumou*.

It's just that the terracotta warriors are more inclined to a military parade, using hairstyles to distinguish military ranks, so they don't have helmets.