Chapter 2: Establishing Authority Two

  Some book friends suggested that Jue Shi write about modern military affairs. With Jue Shi's foundation in military principles, it shouldn't be a big problem. However, what Jue Shi wants to say is: the minefield of modern and contemporary military affairs is too large, and once there is any description involving ***, there may be a risk of being ordered to revise or be blocked, so Jue Shi may not write in this style.

  Suddenly, Fu Su smiled slightly and said: "First of all, let me introduce myself. I am the eldest son of the Great Qin, Fu Su. Within three months, I will be your commander, but perhaps I will be your commander forever!" At this point, Fu Su stopped talking and looked at the generals below the platform.

  In the eyes of the crowd, Fusu quickly caught a glimpse of indifference, disdain, and even some sarcastic gaze! Apparently, in the Qin army where strength is revered, Fusu's high status and noble identity meant nothing to these brave warriors, who saw him as nothing more than an ignorant, meddling little kid.

  Fu Su didn't get angry, nor did he show any anger, but instead continued with a warm smile on his face: "Maybe you think I'm just a kid now and don't deserve to command this ferocious Iron Blood Army, but let me tell you: 'Having ambition is not about age, having no ambition is a waste of life'. I stand here today because I have full confidence in commanding you! Of course, I know it's not easy to gain your recognition, but I'm not going to use my power and position to suppress you. I will prove myself as a qualified commander in the most manly way!"

  As soon as Fu Su spoke, not only did the faces of the cavalrymen and the "Trapped Array Camp" warriors wrinkle in confusion, but even the likes of Ying Qiang and other generals were at a loss, exchanging bewildered glances.

  Fu Su's face remained calm as he called out, "Wu Xin, bring it here!" Wu Xin obeyed and stepped forward, untying a long white cloth bundle from behind his back. He opened it and handed it to Fu Su. Fu Su took out the contents of the package, which turned out to be two wooden long swords, each about four feet long and over three inches wide!

  Fu Su held up two wooden swords and shouted loudly at the Qin soldiers in the school field: "Here are two wooden swords, for trial use. If any of you can defeat me, I will immediately promote him one level; if defeated, I will not pursue it either. Who dares to come?"

  Sima Yue and others were shocked to hear this: "Young master, you can't! Even if it's a wooden sword, what if there's an accident? We won't be able to bear the consequences!" Fu Su gave Sima Yue and others a cold glance, and suddenly released a majestic aura from his body, like a massive mountain standing tall and heavy. The fierce and stern atmosphere immediately made Sima Yue and others pause in their speech, and their eyes involuntarily lowered!

  He slowly turned his head and said to the three thousand Qin soldiers below with a sarcastic tone: "What, no one dares to come up? I've always heard that my Qin military officers are fearless warriors, but today I see that you're all just a bunch of timid mice!" As soon as he spoke, there was a commotion in the Qin army formation, and the killing intent suddenly rose. Everyone's face showed an angry expression, clearly enraged by Fu Su's humiliation, but no one dared to come forward and challenge him due to his identity!

  Fu Su was somewhat annoyed, apparently underestimating the strict hierarchy of the Qin army. He added fuel to the fire: "How is it that my great Qin iron army, which can defeat the six nations of Guandong and make them flee in disarray, is actually a group of useless cowards? Not even daring to fight against me, a mere child! You might as well go home and hug your wives, coax your children, what's the point of being in the military?"

  As soon as the words were spoken, a loud roar was heard from below the stage: "Young master, do not humiliate us, I will come and respond to the challenge!" With that, a figure emerged from the ranks of the 'Trap Array Camp', taking large strides towards the stage. His movements were bold and fearless, with no hint of timidity on his face, worthy of being a warrior who 'regards death as a return home' and 'values honor above life'. Fu Su took a closer look: The man was about twenty years old, tall and robust, with an extraordinary appearance, a gloomy and cold expression, and from his attire, he appeared to be a military officer.

  Then he saw the man come to the stage, salute and bow down: "I am not willing to let General Pingyuan of Hu's 'Trap Array Camp' be the military marquis, I would like to fight with you! I don't know if what you said just now counts!" The voice was like a bronze bell, strong and powerful, proud and desolate. Fu Su smiled slightly, straightened his figure, and proudly said: "I am the eldest son of the King of Qin, if my words do not count, how can I lead the millions of soldiers and civilians of Great Qin in the future!"

  Pang Long's face revealed a hint of respect as he said, "Alright, let's begin!" Fu Su jumped down from the stage and tossed a sword to Pang Long, then assumed a fighting stance. After catching the sword, Pang Long grasped it with his right hand, its tip pointing downwards, and suddenly shot out a cold gleam from his eyes. His entire body emitted a chilling aura that pressed in on Fu Su, making it difficult for him to breathe.

  Pang Long actually didn't show any fear towards Gongzi Fusou's identity, the 'Trapped Array Camp' people are truly a group of fearless individuals!

  Fu Su was shocked in his heart: "Indeed, he is a brave warrior who fears not death and has survived countless battles. Just by looking at his demeanor, I can tell that he must be a seasoned general who has killed many people on the battlefield!" Fu Su's heart stirred, and the Mozi mind method quickly activated in his heart, instantly releasing a vast and powerful aura of dominance from all over his body, forming a huge aura around him. With just one clash, he suppressed Pang Long's killing intent. Fu Su smiled to himself: "If you had the combined momentum of three hundred people in your formation, I would be afraid of you. But alone, no matter how fierce your momentum is, it can't compare to my 'Kingly Dominance Aura'!"

  Pang Long was secretly shocked: his killing intent, which had been condensed through countless bloody battles, could be said to have come from the depths of hell. However, when it encountered Fu Su's majestic and powerful aura, it was like a wild wind crashing into a wall, recoiling in reverse. Instead, Fu Su forced him to become somewhat breathless. Pang Long knew that he had to strike quickly, relying on his experience of surviving countless battles; otherwise, if his momentum was completely suppressed by Fu Su, he would have already lost without even fighting!

  Pang Long let out a loud roar, and with a long whistle, he took two swift steps forward, his wooden sword in hand, raised high above his head. With a powerful and fierce slash, he chopped down towards Fu Su. The move was as swift as a running thunder, clean and efficient, without any hesitation or delay, clearly a genuine battlefield skill!

  Fu Su's face remained calm, as if he hadn't seen Pang Long's sword coming at all, and didn't move a single step. It wasn't until the sword was about to reach his head that Fu Su suddenly moved, advancing instead of retreating, and with a swift flash of his waist, slashed diagonally at Pang Long's waist with his long sword. The sword style was venomous and swift, exceeding human limits! Pang Long was shocked, and in the brief moment between thought and action, his strong waist muscles violently twisted, and his abdomen suddenly sucked inward, quickly dodging Fu Su's long sword, revealing Pang Long's extremely powerful battlefield response ability.

  Just as Pang Long withdrew his sword and was about to launch a fierce attack on Fu Su, Fu Su quickly changed his move and held his wooden sword in hand, shouting loudly. The wooden sword made a 90-degree swift slash towards Pang Long's chest and abdomen. Pang Long was shocked, clearly not expecting Fu Su to change his move so quickly. He held his long sword and made a powerful block between his chest and abdomen, preparing to harden Fu Su's attack.

  Just as Fusou's wooden sword was about to reach Panglong's body, he suddenly changed his move: Fusou's sword came to an abrupt stop, and his body froze. Under the swift reversal of the wooden sword, in an instant, they exchanged positions! With a soft "whoosh", Panglong's left abdomen clothes had already been slashed open with a four-inch long gash.

  Fu Su stopped his sword and stood still, without turning back, and smiled slightly: "You lost!" Pang Long was shocked by the loss, his cold face filled with shock and disbelief, and he didn't speak for a long time! After a while, Pang Long finally came to his senses, cupped his hands, and revealed a hint of a smile on his face: "Young Master's swordsmanship is impressive, I, Pang Long, admit defeat wholeheartedly!"

  Fu Su smiled warmly: "Your swordsmanship is not bad, your fighting spirit is high, and your killing intent is strong, but your aura is not as good as mine. Under my aura, your movements slowed down a lot, which is why I was able to take advantage of the situation and strike! You should think about it when you go back, and you might be able to understand something!" Pang Long's face showed a hint of admiration, and he bowed his head respectfully: "Thank you, sir, for your guidance. I will not forget it!"

  Pang Long suffered a crushing defeat and returned to the team. Fu Su looked at the crowd again and said, "Is there anyone else who dares to come?" As the saying goes, 'all things are difficult at the beginning', at first, everyone was afraid of being the first bird to stick out its head, and secondly, they were afraid of hurting Fu Su. But now that Pang Long has made a move, although he lost, he returned safely, and most importantly, it has been proven that Fu Su is not an easy target. Everyone couldn't help but feel eager to try, after all, if they could win, they would get a first-class title, which was still a great temptation, and they wouldn't have to risk their lives on the battlefield!

  At this moment, among the cavalry of the Hu Ben army, a general suddenly jumped off his horse and came to Fu Su's side, saying: "The junior commander of the Hu Ben army, Gui Xi, requests your instruction!" Fu Su looked closely at him: he was about twenty years old, with a clear and handsome face, wearing the light armor unique to cavalrymen, looking spirited and extraordinary.

  Fu Su threw the sword to him, smiling and saying: "I hope you can block a few more moves!" Gui Xi smiled slightly, not responding, took the sword in hand, quickly adjusted his stance, and his expression immediately became serious. With his eyes shining brightly, Gui Xi suddenly emitted an aura of grandeur from all over his body, and he charged straight at Fu Su. Fu Su felt as if a sudden gust of air had appeared in front of him, not only did his breathing become slightly urgent, but his hands and feet also seemed to be stuck in a spider web, feeling somewhat numb!

  Fu Su chose to suppress Pang Long's killing intent with the overbearing aura formed by his ruthless Mozi swordsmanship, but saw that Gui Xi's momentum and sword style were quite upright and proper, which should be from a high-ranking disciple of a famous sword school. His heart moved slightly, his body straightened, and the 'Wang Jian Zhi Jian' mental method surged in his mind. A king-like aura suddenly appeared on his face, with a majestic atmosphere, divine light flashing, and an aura like a rushing torrential wave, directly attacking Gui Xi.

  Gui Xi's momentum was no match for the "King's Sword", and in an instant, his momentum faltered, his mind wavered, and his hands and feet softened. The aura of controlling the enemy instantly dissipated! Fu Su saw the opportunity, lightly shouted, and swiftly swung his wooden sword, "Dang Dang Dang" rapidly advancing three steps, directly stabbing towards Gui Xi's chest, and the wooden sword also emitted a sharp whistling sound. Gui Xi was greatly shocked, having lost the initiative, he suddenly exerted force from his waist, dodging Fu Su's wooden sword, and immediately followed with a light whistle, his hand holding the wooden sword rushing straight towards Fu Su's waist!

  Fu Su suddenly jumped up, dodging Gui Xi's long sword. With a swift slash of his wooden sword, the air was filled with an ominous energy as he charged towards Gui Xi's head. Gui Xi remained calm and unhurried, shouting lightly as he swiftly retreated two steps to avoid Fu Su's attack. Seizing the opportunity when Fu Su had just landed and was still unsteady, Gui Xi rapidly counterattacked like a whirlwind, his sword flashing with an eerie glow as it shot towards Fu Su's head. If this strike were to land solidly, even though it was only a wooden sword, Fu Su would likely suffer a concussion!

  Fu Su remained calm, a sly smile suddenly appearing at the corner of his mouth. The wooden sword in his hand moved swiftly and struck against Guixi's wooden sword. In an instant, Guixi felt as if his wooden sword had encountered a strange and enormous suction force, causing it to deviate from its course. His chest and abdomen were immediately exposed, leaving countless openings. Fu Su swiftly swung his wooden sword, and with a "whooshing" sound, the sword stopped just half an inch in front of Guixi's heart.

  Gui Xi's cold sweat came pouring down, and his eyes also showed a shocked expression. If it were in battle, he would have been dead for sure! Fu Su smiled slightly, sheathing his sword and stabilizing his stance: "Your swordsmanship is indeed vigorous and majestic, clearly from a renowned school of swordsmanship. However, you're somewhat lacking in adaptability, go back and practice some more!" Gui Xi was still dazed from his loss, and couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Young Master, what method did you use to deflect my wooden sword just now?"

  Fu Su smiled slightly and said: "The power of Taiji, the cleverness of roundness, between softness and firmness, can be defended against, can be led, can be absorbed, and can be controlled. You go back and think about it carefully!" Gui Xi seemed to have a sudden realization, and respectfully said: "I will not forget what I have received, thank you, young master!"

  Pang Long was a master of swordsmanship in the "Trap Array Camp", and Gui Xi was also a famous swordsman in the Hu Ben Army. At this time, the Qin army saw that both of them were defeated in an instant, and they couldn't help but change their expressions greatly. They had a deep respect and fear for Fu Su's swordsmanship, and Fu Su's image in the hearts of the Qin army immediately rose to a great height!

  Fu Su slung his sword over his shoulder and smiled nonchalantly, "Is there anyone else who dares to come?" The Qin army soldiers dared not make a move, and they all began comparing themselves with Pang Long and Gui Xi. Those who felt inferior shrunk their necks, while those who thought they were about the same didn't want to go out and lose face. As for those who thought they were superior to the two, there seemed to be none. Meanwhile, Sima Yue and other high-ranking generals were too proud of their status and didn't dare to come out.

  So for a while, the scene on the field couldn't help but cool down again! Fu Su smiled and said: "How is this? You've already admitted defeat? More than 3,000 great Qin warriors lost to two people and you're all pretending to be scared? Who's next?" As soon as he spoke, several more people were stirred up by Fu Su, mostly the bravest and most ferocious soldiers from the "Trapped Array Camp".

  But unfortunately, the Qin soldiers were no match for Fusu, who possessed the "King's Sword" and "Mozi Swordsmanship", two unparalleled skills. They were killed by Fusu in just one or two moves, their bodies falling like flowers in a stream, their faces as pale as earth. For a time, all the Qin soldiers were shocked and terrified, even the strong generals like Ying Qiong had a drastic change in expression, and their respect for Fusu suddenly increased!

  Until the end, when the sun had set in the west, no one else dared to come out and lose face. Fusu then threw down his wooden sword and laughed at the crowd, saying: "Alright, the trial is over. I should now have the qualifications to be your commander, right? You all remember this: starting tomorrow, formal training will begin. If anyone dares to disobey military discipline, they will be killed without pardon! The troops are dismissed, each returning to their own camp!"

  The Qin soldiers, who had been shamed like a defeated rooster, retreated back to their camps with shame on their faces under the command of their respective generals. But Fu Su had already gotten what he wanted from their eyes: fear, admiration and reverence!

  At this time, the Qin soldiers no longer regarded Fu Su as just the eldest son of the state of Qin, but also as a brave warrior who could command them!

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