In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

"What's so difficult about that!?" Before Xiang Yu could speak, he saw Xiang An's eyes widen in anger as he leaped directly onto the high platform of the training ground. "There's no need for you, brother. Just watch me!"

"Xiang An—" Xiang Yu frowned, about to say something, when Xiang An grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the high platform.

"Brother, stand here properly." Xiang An told the bewildered Xiang Yu to stand still, then jogged a few steps to the side of the large cauldron.

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Everyone looked on with curiosity, wanting to see what the second son of the Xiang family was going to do.

"Hey—Get up!"

"!" Xiang An grabbed the bottom of the cauldron with both hands, put himself in a horse stance, and with a sudden burst of strength, lifted the cauldron up.

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Chapter 862 A Brilliant Farce

Xiang An effortlessly lifted the massive cauldron, a feat that would have been impossible for even several people to lift together. This left the many generals below speechless with astonishment. Even Huan Chu, the shill Xiang Liang had arranged beforehand, was taken aback.

But Xiang An's next move baffled everyone.

He held the large cauldron high above his head with one hand, and walked steadily to one side of the high platform in the training ground, where he stood facing Xiang Yu.

"Xiang An, you wouldn't be thinking of..." Xiang Yu's eyes lit up.

Xiang An didn't answer, but just chuckled: "Brother—catch it!"

! ”

After saying that, he threw the large cauldron in his hand towards Xiang Yu.

Understanding the implication, Xiang Yu raised his arm and easily caught the cauldron, lifting it above his head just like Xiang An.

The onlookers, the generals: ......

Is the place we live in now the real world?

Xiang Yu caught the large cauldron, tossed it twice himself, and then threw it back to Xiang An.

"Drink up—!"

"!" Xiang An's face flushed slightly as he placed the cauldron back in the center of the training ground platform, causing a gust of dust to rise from the entire platform.

Xiang An patted the large cauldron and grinned, "Come on! You can all try the weight of this cauldron too!"

“This kid…” Xiang Liang stood at a distance, arms crossed, and couldn’t help but chuckle.

"That's good, then the two brothers will surely have more prestige in the army..." Beside Xiang Liang, an old man was stroking his pale beard, a faint smile on his face.

His name is Fan Zeng, an old member of the Xiang family. He is seventy years old this year. After Xiang Liang chose to raise an army against Qin, he has been using his wisdom to advise Xiang Liang. His plan to establish Xiong Xin as the King of Chu was one of his strategies.

Xiong Xin was naturally by Xiang Liang's side as well. After all, he was now the King Huai of Chu, and he had to appear on such a formal occasion.

Seeing Xiang An and Xiang Yu catch the bear's heart, which weighed a thousand catties, was incredibly awe-inspiring.

Although he is now a puppet and used to be just a shepherd, it doesn't mean he has a poor vision.

On the contrary, because of his aristocratic education, he had a broad perspective and had witnessed the astonishing strength of Xiang Yan, the Lord of Wu'an, who could split mountains and shatter rocks.

He thought that such a hero was invincible, but then Wang Jian, Meng Wu and their group forced Xiang Yan to his death, proving that there is always someone better.

However, in his view, the strength with which Xiang Yu and Xiang An casually tossed and caught the cauldron had already surpassed that of Xiang Yan, and even reached a more frightening level!

Thinking of this, Xiong Xin felt a surge of excitement.

If such a general truly belongs to Chu, then perhaps his path as a mascot will be even smoother?

Although they are both mascots, Xiong Xin can still distinguish which one is more comfortable to be: the mascot of the Chu Kingdom or the mascot of the Chu Dynasty.

"General Xiang, what is the next step...?" Xiong Xin pondered for a moment and then asked Xiang Liang.

"Your Majesty," Xiang Liang replied politely, placing his hands together in front of him and bowing slightly. "The next step is naturally to reclaim our lost territories and conquer the surrounding cities first."

He walked ahead of Xiong Xin, entered the room, and looked at the huge sand table.

"Song Yi led one army southward and recaptured Xiaxiang; at the same time—"

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the mouth of the river where it flows into the sea.

"Dantu and Qu'a are the two most important crossing points on the lower reaches of the Yangtze River. We must take them. I plan to send Xiang Yu and Xiang An to attack these two cities. At the same time, we will pave the roads and have another army led by my fourth brother Xiang Lu cross the river to reach these cities."

He picked up the chess piece representing Xiang Lu and placed it on the city of Guangling, north of the river, at the angle between the ditch and the river.

"Once we capture this place, we can gather our main force and officially cross the river."

He gave a cold laugh and suddenly drew a huge arc on the sand table, pointing straight at Xianyang, the capital of the Qin Dynasty.

"Once we cross the river, we... will officially begin—our war."

That line, like a deep furrow, was plowed into the sand table, so conspicuous, so glaring.

......

Zhang Han, riding a fine horse, arrived at the foot of the city wall of Chen County.

He looked solemn, gripping the long spear in his hand.

Although before he took command of the army, he was just a civil official, holding the position of Shaofu, responsible for managing Huhai's private property, now he is an invincible war god of Qin.

Since leaving Xianyang, he had fought thirteen battles, winning all thirteen and never suffering a defeat, utterly destroying almost all the rebel forces entrenched in the western part of central China.

Now standing in his way is the traitor who, at a time when the Qin Dynasty was on the verge of collapse, was the first to raise the banner and intend to overthrow the dynasty.

Own......

Zhang Han exhaled a breath of white air and tightened his grip on the spear slightly.

can win!

For some reason, when Zhang Han was on horseback, chasing Zhou Wen to death and winning three battles in a row, he felt a change in his body.

A strange change.

Greater strength, greater speed, faster reaction time...

Zhang Han didn't know where this change came from, but he knew that it was beneficial and harmless.

and--

Zhang Han ignored Chen Sheng's shouts from the city wall and raised his spear.

This will be the best weapon for me to serve the Qin Dynasty!

"Siege!"

"I'm going to die!" Chen Sheng, standing on the city wall, was on the verge of collapse and cursed out loud.

Just a few months ago, when he first launched his uprising, he was in such a glorious state; now, he is in such a sorry state.

The famous line, "Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?" both made and destroyed Chen Sheng.

This statement did enlighten the people, but it also made his followers too clever.

Wu Chen, Zhou Shi, and a large number of others have all gone off to go their own way, ignoring Chen Sheng and even trying to trip him up at every turn, causing him immense suffering. His other reliable generals have also either died or fled, leaving Chen Sheng... completely alone.

From seizing the opportunity to rise up in rebellion to becoming utterly isolated, Chen Sheng only took half a year. Now, this magnificent farce is finally coming to an end.

Looking down at the siege timbers that were about to breach the city gate, Chen Sheng felt like he was about to grind his teeth to dust.

"Your Majesty!" One of his men ran over in a panic and said to Chen Sheng, "I've prepared the chariot, let's escape quickly!"

"Escape..." Chen Sheng gripped the city wall with all his might, his eyes wide with rage and bloodshot, his entire body trembling violently.

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"Hurry, Your Majesty! It will be too late if we don't escape now! Zhang Han's army has already stormed in!"

"...Go!" Chen Sheng glared fiercely at Zhang Han, who was still standing there, then turned around and quickly ran down the city wall.

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Chapter 863 Xiang An Commands the Army, Unruly Charge

Zhang Han won his fourteenth battle, a brilliant siege.

Chen Sheng, as the loser, fled in panic to the east.

He lay in his car, staring blankly at the road receding into the distance and the scenery on both sides, as if his own life was also slipping away.

He understood that his luck had run out and that it was impossible for him to make a comeback.

His ability to launch an uprising relied on a rallying cry, and the success or failure of that rallying cry depended on how far that momentum could go.

Chen Sheng only made it to Chen County before being crushed by Zhang Han.

He had no money, no land, and no resources. The best outcome for him was to seek refuge with someone else and become an officer or something similar. He was quite self-aware.

At its core, a fallen aristocrat is, ultimately, a fallen aristocrat.

He only has a few people with him now; some of the others are dead, and the rest have escaped.

Now only his coachman, J.J. Jacques, is by his side.

but......

puff--

Before Chen Sheng could form any further thoughts, a sharp dagger pierced his chest from behind.

Chen Sheng spat out a mouthful of blood, trembling and turning his head in disbelief.

They are merchants.

"Zhuang Jia—you, why did you...?"

Zheng—

Zhuang Jia drew his dagger, and Chen Sheng, like a seedling at midday, went limp.

His heart had been pierced and torn apart in an instant, leaving him with no chance of survival. He lay on his side on the ground, coughed twice, and spat out a large amount of blood. His pupils trembled, and he was about to lose consciousness permanently.

Even so, he kept asking.

Why...?