nashuaworldcup Chapter 561 Xiang Yu Wavers
Chapter 561 Xiang Yu Wavers
During his observations, Xiang Yu astutely noticed that these training methods seemed to place greater emphasis on improving the soldiers' physical fitness and teamwork. He was deeply impressed by the soldiers' excellent coordination and teamwork.
Just as Xiang Yu was engrossed in watching, a clear female voice suddenly entered his ears: "Xiang Yu, I have long heard of your bravery."
Xiang Yu snapped back to his senses, startled. He quickly turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound, his gaze sharp.
He saw a woman dressed in gorgeous clothes standing gracefully beside him, no more than five steps away. Xiang Yu looked closely and saw that the woman had a beautiful face, snow-white skin, and a face that still showed some youthful innocence, but her brows and eyebrows exuded a noble and elegant temperament.
Xiang Yu immediately realized that this woman must be Princess Jiayang of Qin, Ying Wuyou. He thought to himself that although he and Ying Wuyou were about the same age, he was ten years old and Ying Wuyou was eleven, he had been learning martial arts from his grandfather since childhood, and his body had developed faster than his peers. He was now as tall as an ordinary adult man.
As a princess of the Qin Dynasty, Ying Wuyou was naturally well-nourished and taller than the average eleven-year-old girl. Coupled with her innate poise, if one disregarded her slightly immature face, it would be difficult to associate her with a child based solely on her height and bearing.
Xiang Yu stared at Ying Wuyou, his expression unusually complex. It contained both wariness and hostility towards her identity, after all, she was a princess of an enemy state; it also contained admiration for her beauty and noble bearing; and there were some indescribable emotions, seemingly a kind of curiosity and attention towards a peer.
Ying Wuyou continued, "The courage of a common man can defeat ten or a hundred men; the courage to defeat ten thousand men requires the support of a great force and a platform. In Qin, you have the opportunity to command such an army. Your battlefield can be the vast grasslands or the endless seas, not just this corner of the Central Plains."
Her voice was clear and melodious, like a spring, which stirred up a surge of heroic ambition in Xiang Yu's heart.
Changing the subject, Ying Wuyou stared into Xiang Yu's eyes and asked, "Your grandfather has made his choice. Now, it's your turn."
"Will you continue to wallow in your blind loyalty to the corrupt state of Chu, dying alone with hatred in your heart; or will you set aside your prejudices and, with your abilities, fight for a future truly worthy of your title of 'a match for ten thousand men' in this unprecedented era, for yourself and for the Xiang clan?"
Xiang Yu looked at the forest of spears and halberds on the training ground, listened to the deafening shouts of battle, felt the powerful upward surge of energy, and recalled the corruption and darkness he had seen and heard in the State of Chu, as well as his grandfather's helpless yet resolute choice... He slowly loosened his clenched fists, and then clenched them again.
This time, what they grasped seemed to be no longer empty hatred, but a heavy, unknown possibility.
He raised his head, his gaze meeting Ying Wuyou's for the first time with a calm expression, his voice hoarse yet clear:
"I need...time."
Ying Wuyou smiled. She knew that this most unruly seed had finally begun to soften. She had won most of the battle for his heart. All that remained was to wait patiently, waiting for time to transform this forced softening into genuine submission.
Under Ying Wuyou's skillful guidance, the wheels of Qin's unification of the world rolled over a hurdle that could have led to huge changes, and are now rolling forward with a more stable and vibrant momentum.
The fate of the Xiang family, grandfather and grandson, thus completely deviated from the original course of history, heading towards the magnificent and unknown direction described by Ying Wuyou.
The news that Xiang Yan had led 300,000 Chu troops from Chencheng to surrender instantly shattered the last balance of the late Warring States period.
Yingdu, the heart of the Chu Kingdom standing on the Jianghan Plain, is now shrouded in a sense of impending doom, with its once bustling royal palace filled with revelry.
King Fu Chu slumped on his throne, his face deathly pale. Below him, his ministers trembled with fear, their faces filled with despair, their eyes darting about, each harboring their own calculations. Xiang Yan, once considered the backbone of Chu, had fallen. Not only had he fallen, but he had also led the elite troops upon whom Chu depended for survival to defect to the enemy!
"Xiang Yan, you old traitor! A treacherous minister who has ruined the country! I have treated him well, yet he..." Fu Chu's roar echoed in the hall, but it sounded so fierce yet so cowardly. His decision to refuse to send troops to rescue Xiang Yan now seemed like the most jarring mockery. Those "divide and conquer" words he had once scorned in the *Da Qin Xin Bao* now seemed like an epitaph already prepared for him.
"Your Majesty! The most urgent task is to gather the entire nation's troops and defend Yingdu to the death! At the same time, we must quickly send envoys to Qi and Wei to request aid!" an old minister advised hoarsely.
"Seek aid?" Another group of ministers immediately retorted, "Qi's ruler Hou Sheng only knows how to amass wealth, and Wei's crown prince is still a hostage in Xianyang. Why would they come to our aid? Now, the only option is... the only option is..." But no one dared to utter the words "negotiate peace."
Just as the Chu court was in chaos, the Qin army's war drums began to beat like thunder.
After taking over Chencheng and initially reorganizing the surrendered troops, Wang Jian did not delay at all. He ordered his son Wang Ben to stay behind and cooperate with Xiang Yan to further appease and train the 300,000 surrendered Chu soldiers.
He himself led the main force of the Qin army, which had been rested and was in high spirits, a black torrent of steel, and with the might of a great victory, straight into the heart of the Chu state, with its military might pointing directly at Yingdu!
Xianyang, Princess's Residence.
Ying Wuyou sat at his desk, his gaze sweeping over the data in front of him, which represented the current situation of the State of Chu.
The State of Chu is now at its wit's end, like a large ship about to capsize at any moment.
The food shortage caused immense suffering for the people, while the Qin army's relentless advance kept the Chu army constantly on its toes. At the same time, a series of powerful public opinion storms swept in, relentlessly eroding the fragile morale of the Chu people.
Ying Wuyou's lips curled slightly, a barely perceptible smile appearing on his face. The time was ripe; he could add fuel to the fire and hasten Chu's demise. Chu's former glory and splendor would finally come to an end this year.
"Zhou Xun!" Ying Wuyou called softly.
A moment later, Zhou Xun strode into the room, knelt on one knee, bowed and clasped his hands in greeting, saying: "Your subordinate is here, please give your orders, Your Highness."
Ying Wuyou nodded and said, "Immediately issue an order that the next issue of the *Da Qin Xin Bao* should feature a detailed report on General Xiang Yan's situation after surrendering to Da Qin, with the front page headline. Emphasize how his soldiers were properly resettled and how his families are living a stable and prosperous life."
At the same time, it is important to highlight the tragic scene of cannibalism in the capital city of Ying, as well as the absurd rumors of nightly revelry in the Chu King's palace.
In addition, try to send messages to the powerful clans of Chu, such as the Jing and Zhao clans, who still hold military power, subtly implying that if they are willing to remain neutral or do certain things, Qin will guarantee that their families' wealth and honor will not be affected.