To achieve immortality, I cultivate using Qi Luck

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At the end of May.

The sun blazed overhead, heat steaming up, an auspicious time for skirmishing.

"If you break through the camp ahead, you can rest for ten days, during which the meat and wine will be plentiful.

Should you charge through three camps in a row, you’ll be pardoned on the spot, rewarded with gold and silver, and allowed to return home."

At the front of the vast army, a Chu military officer rode back and forth, addressing the multitude of Liang people in front of him—their expressions a mix of panic, fear, hostility, anger, and despair—"But should you dare retreat, violating the Military Order..."

The officer pointed ahead to the corpses hanging from several Liang beams: "Them!"

Then he pointed to more corpses in front of them, riddled with countless arrows, turned into beehives: "And them, that will be your fate.

Advance and live, retreat and die.

Do you understand?"

The many Liang people, staring at those corpses, each contracted their pupils, their fear heightened, the angry grew angrier, the frightened more terrified, but one thing was the same—they all remained silent.

Because they knew the Chu people didn’t need their answers, nor did they want to hear them; the Chu only coveted their fear.

Indeed, that was the case.

After threatening and tempting them, the Chu officer waved his hand: "Ahead, there are short blades and long spears distributed for you to pick up. Take your weapons, and then you’re ready to assault the formation."

Having said that, the officer spurred his horse away from there, heading towards even more Liang people behind them, watched intently by the predatory Chu army.

The many Liang people looked at each other, each frozen in place.

Some of the braver individuals, seeing the Chu had left, couldn’t help but curse out loud, their hatred for the Chu, who treated them as cannon fodder, apparent.

Whirr!

Just then, a buzzing sound came from behind, followed by a dark cloud raining down like arrows, thudding into the ground right behind the Liang people.

A few unfortunate souls screamed as they were struck by the arrows, pinned to the ground, howling in agony.

"Charge! Charge! Charge!"

From the Chu Barracks behind, countless Soldiers banged their spears on the ground or struck their shields with knives, screaming threateningly.

Clearly, the Chu were dissatisfied with their hesitation, and the rain of arrows just unleashed served as a warning.

Seeing this, the thousand or so Liang people clenched their teeth.

They knew if they dragged their feet any longer, the Chu behind them would not hesitate to loose their arrows, killing them with a barrage.

This had already happened two days prior.

Before the eyes of tens of thousands of Liang captives, thousands of Chu archers didn’t hesitate to unleash a volley, turning over a thousand dawdling Liang people in the front rows into pincushions.

One by one, Liang people ran chaotically on the battlefield, falling to the ground with wails.

This harrowing scene had delivered a profound shock to all the Liang captives.

As a result,

now receiving the warning, those who had witnessed the scene that day, no matter how fearful, dared not delay any longer.

"Damn it all, I’m going for it!"

"Death awaits whether I face it from the left or right, better to charge. If I survive and return, even if I must live as a hermit in the mountains, I’ll never be a soldier again."

"I’m charging, okay? I’ll do it!"

Among the Liang, some desperate individuals gritted their teeth and, with eyes reddened, charged forward.

Ahead on the ground lay more than a thousand discarded, haphazardly piled swords and spears, unattended.

These poor-quality short blades, or even mere bamboo poles and wooden sticks sharpened to a point, were the weapons provided to the Liang captives for the upcoming rush.

As fodder for the front lines, their very purpose was to exhaust the supplies of the Liang army—arrows, rocks, and the durability of their own swords and spears, even their stamina.

Moreover, to manage the risks, the Chu army wouldn’t provide stable weapons to these captives in unpredictable mindsets.

What if they turned traitor?

With someone leading the charge, the rest of the Liang captives followed suit, picked up whatever blade or spear they could find, and rushed forward while screaming at the top of their lungs.

There was no formation, no coordination.

They all just charged, yelling, as if by doing so they could dispel the despair and terror in their hearts.

Their mission was to run forward.

Simply to reach the Liang army’s Camp ahead, climb over the walls, and complete their task for the day.

Even if they were driven off afterwards, they could rest for ten days at the back and be assured of meat and drink.

However, the number of individuals who returned alive was far too few, perhaps only one or two out of a hundred.

The promise of unlimited meat and wine hardly mattered, as it was meant for only a dozen or so survivors, hardly wasting much grain.

Thump!

Squelch!

A chorus of muffled thuds, accompanied by screams and wails.

The charging Liang captives were suddenly enveloped in a hail of arrows and pinned to the route they had taken.

Above, on the walls of the Liang Camp, their compatriots showed no mercy as Liang archers drew their bows and unleashed arrows towards these captives.

On the battlefield, there are no countrymen, no fellow townspeople, no kin, only friend and foe.

If you dare attack the Camp, regardless of who you are, you become my enemy.

"Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, I am a Liang!"

"I’m Xu Shi An from Dong Lin Lane, Jia Shan Street, in the west of Anyang district inside the great Liang City, I am a Liang civilian!"

"I am Qian Jia, a military officer of the Wu Yi army from Jin Luo Camp; I’m also of the Liang army, one of our own, don’t shoot!"

Among the crowd of Liang charging into battle, countless yelled out, waving their hands desperately, their faces the picture of urgent panic.

But what answered them was a volley of swiftly approaching arrows.

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