In the Great Qin Dynasty, I, the Unruly Commander, begin by dual-cultivating with Yan Ling Ji.

On the high platform of Zhangtai Palace,

Ying Ziqing turned to look at Lü Buwei, whose body was trembling slightly, and a smile curved at the corner of her mouth beneath the mask.

He said in a teasing tone, "I wonder what the Prime Minister thinks of this play that I, the General, have arranged?"

"Bad Commander! Don't be too happy yet!" Lu Buwei's face regained its composure, but his voice still carried an uncontrollable anger.

After all, seeing the Luo Wang organization, which he had painstakingly built over many years, destroyed by this Bad Commander, even the most cunning person couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

Ying Ziqing clapped her hands, turned her back, and said calmly:

"Then let's wait and see..."

Inside the secret passage, Chimei, one of the top-tier assassins, clutched his severed right arm and fled quickly.

He was followed by dozens of elite members of the Bad Guys who were chasing after him.

Finally, they passed through the secret passage and arrived at the camp of Lu Buwei's generals. At this moment, hundreds of black-armored soldiers wielding long swords poured out of the tents and protected the demon. Seeing this, the pursuing villains retreated into the darkness.

At this moment, four generals in black armor and white robes emerged from the military camp. Looking at the demon gushing blood, they asked in bewilderment:

"Lord Chimei, what happened? Why are you being chased?"

The demon, clutching its severed arm, gritted its teeth and said:

"The Prime Minister orders you to immediately lead your troops and seize the royal palace! Afterwards, the four of you will be granted the title of Marquis."

The four generals looked at each other with some hesitation, but ultimately chose to obey under the lure of the marquisate.

They immediately led their respective subordinates, totaling more than 10,000 men, to set off for Xianyang Palace.

Then, just as they turned onto Xianyang Street, they discovered...

Ahead stood ten thousand red-clad armored soldiers, each wielding a Qin sword in one hand and a Qin crossbow in the other.

This elite force of 10,000 was the royal guard exclusively for Ying Zheng.

One of the rebel commanders, seeing the imperial guards waiting there with the arrow already drawn, hesitated before speaking:

"Li Jing, can we really take over the palace?"

The commander, named Li Jing, said with a solemn expression:

"Old Zhao, we're already at the point of no return, we have no choice but to go."

Zhao Huan sighed and gave the order to attack.

Before the rebels could even form ranks and launch their attack, crossbow bolts from the Imperial Guards were already raining down, filling the sky with their power.

At least several hundred people died instantly in the volley of arrows.

Then, under the command of Zhang Han, the Imperial Guards advanced while firing crossbow bolts in succession.

At this moment, more than 10,000 black-armored, red-feathered infantrymen suddenly emerged from the rear and right flank of the rebel army.

These 10,000-plus men were the troops of the general whose entire family was controlled by Ying Ziqing.

The rebels, who were already being driven back by the Imperial Guards, were then attacked from behind, causing their formation to fall into chaos.

These black-armored rebels were already unclear about their mission, and after suffering heavy blows from the Imperial Guard and the Xuanjia Army, many soldiers lost all will to fight.

Many soldiers abandoned their armor and weapons, trying to escape in the chaos. The confusion caused the Black Armor Rebels to collapse from within, and more and more soldiers laid down their weapons and knelt on the ground to surrender.

Seeing that the army was beyond redemption, several generals tried to escape in the chaos, but were caught and tied up by dozens of soldiers who wanted to redeem themselves.

Seeing that their commanders were all afraid of battle and fled, the rebel soldiers put down their weapons.

After killing more than 7,000 rebels, the remaining 8,000 rebels all laid down their weapons and prostrated themselves on the ground.

Riding atop his tall horse, Zhang Han looked at the four rebel generals bound before him and the top-tier assassin, Chi Mei, and calmly gave the order:

"Execute him immediately as a warning to others!"

"Here!"

The next second, a flash of blood appeared, and five heads flew into the air.

After watching as the rebel army he had arranged was completely wiped out by the Imperial Guards and the Xuanjia Army, Lü Buwei...

He looked at Ying Ziqing with a grim expression.

"How did you manage to command those ten thousand Xuanjia soldiers?"

Ying Ziqing did not turn around, but instead admired the blood-soaked city of Xianyang, saying indifferently:

"It's very simple, just subdue their family and use coercion."

Lu Buwei's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty; for a moment, he couldn't tell who the real villain was.

Although Ying Zheng's expression remained calm as he looked down, the clenched fists hidden in his sleeves revealed that his emotions were not as composed as his face suggested.

Dawn is almost here...

On the main road outside Xianyang City,

Left Vice Minister Zhang Ping, dressed in exquisite armor, rode atop a fine horse.

His gaze drifted towards the lights of Xianyang. As a general who rose to power through shrewd speculation, he had a rough idea of ​​Lü Buwei's purpose in summoning him back to Xianyang with his troops. He just hadn't expected the two sides to actually start fighting.

He pondered to himself:

"Within Xianyang, Lü Buwei and the King of Qin have roughly the same number of troops. So, with his 20,000 black-armored soldiers, he is now the key factor in this earth-shattering war. Perhaps he can take this opportunity to make a fortune."

But he quickly abandoned the idea, thinking it would be too foolish and risk being punished later.

It would be better to go there yourself to offer help in times of need, and at the same time show your loyalty; in the end, promotion and advancement would be inevitable.

Thinking of this, he gave the order to the messenger beside him:

"Follow my orders, the entire army must speed up its march and arrive at Xianyang City within a quarter of an hour."

"Yes, General."

At this moment, the horse beneath him suddenly became somewhat agitated, and Zhang Ping reined in the horse to control it.

By the light of the torch, he saw that the pebbles on the ground were trembling slightly.

Zhang Ping's expression changed, and he suddenly looked up at the flatland to his side.

The rumbling sound came from afar and grew closer. When the sound got closer, he finally saw the source of the sound.

Three thousand heavily armored cavalrymen—the Ironclad Cavalry—marched in a cone formation toward the flank of the Black Armor Army.

Looking at the long spear that gleamed coldly in the moonlight, he roared angrily:

"Enemy attack! All troops, form ranks!"

After shouting, Zhang Ping immediately checked the iron cavalry. He roughly counted them and found there were only three thousand. His previously anxious heart finally settled down.

A disdainful smile appeared on his face as he gave the order to the messenger beside him:

"Take the initiative and wipe out these cavalry here."

As a general who rose through the ranks through opportunism, his understanding of warfare was only superficial; he only knew how to fight by relying on superior troop strength.

The black-armored soldiers turned around and charged towards the Ironclad Cavalry, spears in hand.

Inside the Iron Pagoda, Li Cunli, riding a white horse, wore a faint smile:

"The intelligence was indeed accurate; Zhang Ping's use of troops was indeed crude and reckless."

As the first Black Armor soldier to make contact with the Ironclad Cavalry was about to thrust his spear at the heavily armored warhorse, the armored body was struck and sent flying by an iron cavalry charge from the other side, instantly dying.

Only when the iron hooves and spears of the Ironclad Pagoda soldiers clashed with the black-armored infantry did Zhang Ping realize the folly of his military strategy.

The Ironclad Cavalry, with both men and horses completely clad in heavy armor, rendered the spears and Qin swords of the Black-Armored Army useless. On the battlefield, the Ironclad Cavalry were like a meat grinder.

Under the cover of night, they trampled lives one by one with their iron hooves, while their spears, propelled by the accelerating momentum, lifted the bodies of the black-armored soldiers high into the air...

P.S.: I had another computer-based exam today, and I just finished writing this. I'll post the next chapter tonight.