The Myth of Daqin: The Soul of Yi Xiaochuan

After Meng Yi finished arranging all the affairs, he came to the camp to look for Ying Bu and Han Xin.

Meng Yi pondered as he walked, "I heard that Big Brother has promoted these two to captains of a thousand men. I wonder how much they've grown after not seeing them for half a year."

Han Xin stood on a high ground, overlooking the neatly arranged soldiers below. He was dressed in a black battle robe, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, and his eyes revealed determination and confidence, as bright as the stars.

As he waved the flag in his hand, the soldiers quickly changed their formation, like a precision machine, every movement was precise and accurate, without any error.

Han Xin shouted slogans loudly, his voice clear and resonant, like the sound of a bell, piercing the entire training ground. His command was as smooth as flowing water, and every instruction was just right, making the soldiers' movements more coordinated.

Under Han Xin's command, the shield bearers in the front row formed a solid line of defense, and the archers in the back row drew their bows and arrows, and the rain of arrows flew towards the distant target like locusts.

Then, the cavalry charged out like a whirlwind, the sound of their hooves resounding through the sky and raising clouds of dust like a yellow dragon soaring into the sky. The infantry, armed with long spears, followed closely behind, forming a dense attack formation.

Han Xin watched the soldiers' performance closely, issuing frequent adjustments. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, could detect every subtle flaw in the ranks. Whenever he noticed a soldier's irregular movements or a flaw in the formation, he would immediately step forward and personally demonstrate and correct the error.

Under the blazing sunlight, Han Xin loomed large on the training ground, like an impassable mountain. His presence seemed to imbue the soldiers with boundless strength, urging them to train even harder. Sweat drenched their battle robes, but their eyes were filled with a burning desire for victory.

After several hours of high-intensity training, the soldiers' physical strength and endurance were pushed to the limit. However, Han Xin did not relax at all. He knew that only through rigorous training could he build an invincible army.

After the training, Han Xin called all the soldiers together to review their performance. He used passionate words to inspire everyone and remind them of the importance of unity and cooperation. The soldiers were filled with excitement, shouting slogans that resounded through the air.

Through observation, Meng Yi realized that Han Xin had already demonstrated outstanding military talent and leadership charisma in his initial training and deployment of troops.

Meng Yi rode his horse to Ying Bu's side again.

Ying Bu stood on the training ground, his posture erect and his gaze sharp. He held a spear, looking majestic. Behind him stood rows of neatly-formed soldiers, their expressions solemn, waiting for Ying Bu's instructions.

Ying Bu shouted loudly: "Today's training is aimed at improving your combat skills and ability to coordinate operations!" His voice was loud and clear, like thunder.

At the start of the training, Ying Bu demonstrated himself. His movements were agile and his spearmanship was skillful. Every swing of his spear was accompanied by a sound of breaking wind, and the tip of the spear hit the target accurately. The soldiers watched intently, secretly admiring him.

Ying Bu then divided the soldiers into small groups for training. He moved between the groups, frequently correcting the soldiers' movements, offering guidance, and encouragement. The soldiers worked themselves to the bone, sweating profusely, yet they dared not slack off for even a moment.

During the training process, Ying Bu focused on cultivating the soldiers' teamwork spirit. He had the groups conduct confrontation drills so that the soldiers could learn to cooperate with each other and jointly deal with the enemy.

After hours of training, the soldiers' skills improved significantly. Ying Bu was pleased with their progress, as he knew that a well-trained army was the key to victory.

Meng Yi knew very well that Ying Bu must have extraordinary abilities since he was ranked among the top five of the ten famous generals in the early Han Dynasty. However, he never expected that in just half a year, Ying Bu had become so brave and invincible.

Meng Yi secretly rejoiced in his heart: "I have now subdued two powerful generals. If I continue to develop, I may have the opportunity to compete with them in the Central Plains in the future!"

Then, Meng Yi smiled and waved to Ying Bu. Ying Bu saw him and immediately walked over with big strides and high spirits.

Just as Ying Bu was about to bow, Meng Yi quickly held him back. Meng Yi smiled and said, "Brother Ying Bu, long time no see. Why are you suddenly so polite? Come on, let's exchange some martial arts!"

Ying Bu laughed heartily and said, "Well done, young general!"

Afterwards, the two men each held a spear in their hands. Seeing this, many soldiers around gathered around to watch this exciting duel.

The two men were standing face to face, and the moment their eyes met, an invisible aura spread in the air.

Meng Yi took the lead without hesitation. The spear in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, rushing towards Ying Bu with fierce momentum.

Ying Bu dodged to the side, then swung his spear back with a fierce attack. Their movements were as nimble as rabbits, their spear tips flashing with a cold light, and every collision made a crisp sound.

The surrounding soldiers were stunned and applauded.

Meng Yi and Ying Bu fought for dozens of rounds, each evenly matched. Finally, they simultaneously put down their weapons and smiled at each other.

Meng Yi exclaimed in admiration: "Brother Ying Bu, your martial arts skills are truly unrivaled!"

Ying Bu humbly replied, "Young General, your words are too kind. Your strength should not be underestimated."

Meng Yi gently patted Ying Bu's shoulder, his eyes firm and full of trust: "If we can fight side by side on the battlefield in the future, we will be unstoppable and invincible!"

Ying Bu nodded vigorously, his voice deep and powerful: "I am willing to fight bloody battles with the young general and create brilliant achievements together!"

At this moment, a strong wind swept through, raising a cloud of yellow sand. Meng Yi looked up into the distance with a resolute gaze, his heart filled with heroic emotion, like surging waves.

"Young General, Old Bu, you actually competed with me secretly. That's so mean!" Suddenly, Han Xin's loud shout came from the crowd.

Meng Yi and Ying Bu simultaneously turned to look at where Han Xin was. Ying Bu's lips curled up slightly as he jokingly said, "Haha, Old Han, when it comes to deploying troops, I may not be as good as you; but when it comes to fighting alone, you'd better not come and mess with us."

Han Xin knew that half of his martial arts skills were due to Ying Bu's teachings, so he naturally didn't dare to say anything more. However, he rolled his eyes and came up with a plan:

"Young General, I heard that you're married. This is a great joy! Shouldn't you treat us to a drink to celebrate?"

Ying Bu immediately echoed, "Yes, yes, young general, you can't be stingy, buy us a drink!"

Meng Yi heard this and smiled brightly: "Okay, okay, although drinking is prohibited in the army, tomorrow is a day off, let's go out and have a drink."

As soon as the words fell, the three of them smiled at each other, then walked towards the tent, chatting and laughing. The friendship between them was deep, as close as brothers.

The next morning, sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves onto the ground, bringing a touch of warmth to the entire city.

Meng Yi, Ying Bu and Han Xin met at a restaurant in the city, ready to drink and talk about their ideals in life.

After entering the restaurant, they chose a seat by the window and ordered a sumptuous meal.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, the three of them began to talk more deeply. Meng Yi was the first to break the silence and talk about his own ideals: "Although I was born into a military family, I am not satisfied with this. I also want to achieve great things and make greater contributions. I hope to get help from you two brothers in the future!"

After hearing this, Ying Bu and Han Xin expressed their willingness to fully support Meng Yi. They raised their glasses and drank them all, their eyes gleaming with determination and longing.

At this moment, the sunlight outside the window is getting brighter and brighter, and the streets are crowded with people, creating a bustling and prosperous scene.

However, in this restaurant, three young and passionate hearts gradually united together.

Over time, their topics ranged from personal ideals to the state of affairs and the principles of state governance. Each spoke freely, sharing their insights and ideas. In the process, they learned from and encouraged each other, and their friendship deepened.

Before they knew it, the sun had already set and night had quietly fallen. Meng Yi, Ying Bu, and Han Xin reluctantly said goodbye. They walked out of the restaurant and blended into the crowd in the night.