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October, 260 BC.

After a protracted three-year war, the struggle between the Qin and Zhao states for Shangdang concluded with a victory for Qin.

Zhao State, Changping Battlefield.

Four hundred thousand Zhao soldiers, their faces streaked with blood, stood within over 200 giant pits, each five meters deep.

Their clothes were tattered, their eyes vacant, as if they had lost consciousness.

Outside the pits, hundreds of thousands of strange warriors stood densely packed, wielding light swords.

Each of them was neatly dressed, their faces cold.

Indeed, these were Old Qin's celestial soldiers.

"Issue the order, kill!" Bai Qi commanded.

"Yes!" The messenger acknowledged and departed.

"Whoosh ~"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh ~"

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers wielding light swords raised their arms and struck.

All four hundred thousand soldiers of Zhao were beheaded.

Two hours later.

The more than 200 deep pits burying the Zhao soldiers were also filled in.

That night, Bai Qi awoke from a dream with a start, drenched in sweat.

He was unsure if it had all been real.

Without bothering to put on his armor, he rushed out of his tent, mounted his warhorse, and galloped away, stirring up dust.

"General! General!"

The patrolling soldiers, seeing this, also mounted their horses and gave chase.

"Dead! All dead! Hahaha! All dead! ..." Bai Qi, like a madman, stood beside one of the pit mounds, crying and laughing.

The warriors were bewildered, none daring to utter a sound.

"Your subject is guilty! Qin is in danger!"

"Your subject is guilty! Qin is in danger!"

Bai Qi, disregarding the impact, shouted uncontrollably.

It seemed that he was not entirely lucid when he issued the order for the mass burial.

In a certain underground base.

"Have you found it? Why have the celestial soldiers lost contact?" Old Qin asked.

"Commander, we haven't found anything," the staff reported.

"It seems we must be more cautious in the future!" Old Qin muttered to himself.

He knew that in this world, besides himself, there were others who possessed extremely advanced technology.

The following year, 259 BC.

The Qin state, riding on its victory, attacked Handan, the capital of Zhao.

Bai Qi advised that the Battle of Changping had been too destructive, and Qin's deployment of troops at this time would inevitably suffer a backlash.

The King of Qin (King Zhaoxiang of Qin) did not listen.

Sure enough, this attack encountered fierce resistance from the Zhao state. Lord Pingyuan, Zhao Sheng, even exhausted his family fortune, calling on all soldiers and civilians to jointly face the national crisis. Even his several wives were sent to the battlefield.

The Qin army suffered tens of thousands of casualties and could not conquer the city.

King Ying Ji of Qin ordered Bai Qi to take over as commander-in-chief and continue the attack.

Bai Qi claimed illness and refused to go.

After that, Mao Sui, a retainer of Lord Pingyuan, volunteered himself, lobbying the states of Chu and Wei, advocating a joint effort against Qin. Lord Xinling of Wei, Wei Wuji, and Lord Chunshen of Chu, Huang Xie, led large armies to support Zhao.

King Ying Ji of Qin again ordered Bai Qi to go to the front lines, but Bai Qi still used illness as an excuse to avoid it.

King Qin was furious and ordered Bai Qi to be put to death.

Bai Qi looked up to the sky and sighed: "I deserve to die! In the Battle of Changping, the Zhao soldiers who surrendered numbered hundreds of thousands, but I deceived them and buried them all alive. This is enough reason for me to die!"

Then he committed suicide.

In the end, the Battle of Handan ended with nearly 200,000 Qin soldiers dead.

The Battle of Changping and the Battle of Handan caused serious damage to both the Qin and Zhao states, greatly reducing their national strength.

......

That same year.

Zhao State, Handan.

"Lu Buwei, has anyone else heard what you said?" a red-cloaked Zoroastrian envoy asked coldly.

"Envoy, I only mentioned it to my father, I have not spoken of it to outsiders," Lu Buwei replied cautiously.

"What is this Yiren's character like?"

"Greedy for money and impoverished, lustful and cowardly," Lu Buwei replied.

"Heh heh, good! Truly a rare commodity worth hoarding!" The envoy was very satisfied.

Yiren was the grandson of King Ying Ji of Qin, sent to Zhao as a hostage by the Qin state. And his father was the current Crown Prince of Qin, Yingzhu (the future King Xiaowen of Qin).

"This subordinate is willing to complete this matter for the envoy!" Lu Buwei was overjoyed and immediately requested the order.

"Very good! Do your best to facilitate it, and I will secretly assist you."

"Yes!"

......

Inside a humble courtyard.

"May I ask, is this the residence of Yiren?" Lu Buwei asked, carrying gifts.

"Who are you?" Yiren, dressed sloppily, sat on a stone in the courtyard, basking in the sun.

"I am Lu Buwei, here to pay respects to Prince Yiren."

Seeing the snacks in his hand, Yiren's stomach rumbled and his mouth watered. But he dared not easily accept them, asking cautiously:

"What are you looking for him for?"

"Heh heh, to bring him a stroke of good fortune," Lu Buwei said with a smile, not exposing him.

He had already thoroughly investigated and knew that the person before him was indeed Yiren.

"Is that so? What good fortune can you bring?" Yiren did not believe him.

There were too many swindlers these days, each one a sly fox. As a prince of Qin, he had to be careful and cautious at all times. Otherwise, he might be sold and still help count the money. In more serious cases, he would die in a foreign land.

Just two years ago, his uncle, the former Crown Prince Diao of Qin, died in Wei as a hostage.

It was precisely because Crown Prince Diao died that his father, Anguo Jun, had the opportunity to ascend to the position of Crown Prince.