Chapter Twenty-Two Persuasion

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  I'm still on a trip back home visiting relatives, so updates have been slow lately, but I'll definitely make up for it later.

  It has to be said that when encountering awkward things that cannot be solved, diverting attention is absolutely a good solution, and repelling the Western Xia cavalry in front of him was something Li Jinhua couldn't ask for.

  Zhao Shi stared tightly at Li Jinhua's eyes, a psychological tactic he learned during his special forces days. To make what you say more convincing, you have to stare into the other person's eyes when speaking, no matter what you're saying, it will give the listener a feeling that this person is very powerful.

  Li Jinhua's face still had a few tear marks, her hair was scattered, and her raised red lips were tightly pursed, showing that the owner had a strong personality inside. Her half-reclining body was very slender, and if she hadn't been wearing the armor with a hint of blood and crimson color, the charm emanating from her at this moment would have been even more captivating.

  Zhao Shi averted his gaze, the woman's charm causing his body to heat up slightly. Although he was still physically a child, he was mentally a 38-year-old man and it had been a long time since he'd been with a woman, so he couldn't help but feel some excitement. However, years of military training allowed him to instantly cast aside these idle thoughts. As long as he was on the battlefield, he couldn't be swayed by other things. He had an instinctual intuition about the development of the battle, and although he wasn't familiar with cold weapon warfare, it didn't hinder his ability to make correct judgments at this time. His current goal was to persuade the woman in front of him to fight according to his ideas.

  He walked back and forth in the tent several times, his mind was meticulous but he was not good at speaking, although he had already thought about it from front to back, but how to say it out loud still needed some more thinking.

  The Li Jin Hua on the ground seemed to have forgotten the embarrassment and shame from earlier, even forgetting to stand up. The boy in front of her no longer gave off the ordinary feeling she had when they first met. His entire being gave off a mysterious aura that was different from ordinary people. Ah, anyone, regardless of their appearance, as long as they were born with those eyes, how could they be an ordinary person?

  At this moment, Li Jin Hua's eyes, which were a faint blue color, followed Zhao Shi as he moved back and forth. Her attention was firmly fixed on him, but her mind was in disarray. She couldn't help but think of what the fortune teller had told her at the beginning of the year in Dong City - that she would have a disaster involving bloodshed this year, but there would also be a noble person to assist her. If she followed his words, wealth and honor could be expected, but if she turned against him, calamity would be difficult to avoid. As someone from a military family, Li Jin Hua didn't deeply believe in such superstitions about gods and ghosts. However, at this desperate time when all roads seemed blocked, she couldn't help but grasp onto it like a lifeline, and so she believed it without a doubt. And was this suddenly appearing young man her noble person? She also thought about the subordinates she had seen today - not one of them wasn't worried and at a loss for what to do. Even Li Shu, an old soldier, would occasionally reveal a look of despair. Only the young man in front of her was calm and composed, truly different from the others. Maybe...

  "Give me 200 cavalrymen and I can scatter the Western Xia people tonight."

  "No, if we lose, tomorrow...” Li Jinhua replied without hesitation. Two hundred? That's almost half of the army's strength, and the rest are either injured or useless. If they lose these two hundred men, how can they protect their food and supplies? Are they going to wait for death with their hands tied tomorrow?

  Zhao Shi's eyes slightly revealed a hint of mockery, "Tomorrow? If we don't repel the Western Xia people tonight, tomorrow we'll all be dead..." Although it was said with disdain towards this woman who had somehow become a school lieutenant, he patiently explained: "Our casualties are heavy, and the Western Xia people... but their casualties aren't small either. Moreover, their main general is already dead, and their morale is low. At this time, we need to rest, and the Western Xia people need to rest even more. This is our opportunity, and it's still raining, and it's still very dark. What we need to do is concentrate our forces and attack them... If we don't succeed, we'll be loyal unto death. We don't need many people, at most 200, quietly approaching them and then attacking. The Western Xia people won't think that we would dare to launch a surprise attack in such a situation. The chances of winning are great. Please consider, sir, if we wait until tomorrow when they mount their warhorses, even with bows and crossbows in hand, we still can't defeat them..."

  "It's okay, but... Ah..." Although Zhao Shi's words were stuttered, the main idea was clear, which coincided with the intention of "out of expectation" in the Art of War. Thinking that tomorrow's frontal battle would be perilous, Li Jin Hua finally made up her mind and stood up straight, but since she had an injury on her arm, this movement pulled at the wound, causing her to cry out in pain and fall back down to the ground.

  Zhao Shi immediately stepped forward and supported her, the great taboo between men and women, so-called etiquette, in Qin territory, especially in the military, had fallen to its lowest point.

  However, being deceived by a man until now still made Li Jinhua show some shy attitude.

  At this time, it was also her most vulnerable moment. Although Zhao Shi had not yet grown up and was a head shorter than Li Jinhua, his shoulders were solid, and after one battle, he seemed to have fully unleashed the energy stored in his body.

  His body exuded a strong masculine aura.

  The woman seemed to have found a prop, leaning against Zhao Shi's body, and looked like she had a few points of harmony that were quite strange.

  I, Ah Cao, will humbly listen to the opinions put forth by my brothers, but there must be a limit, right? If it doesn't meet some people's tastes, that's not because I'm not capable enough; everyone has their own level of skill, and whatever I write is the best I can do with my utmost effort. I will definitely humbly listen to good opinions, but if there are things that are beyond my reach, then there's nothing I can do about it.

  Moreover, the reason for fabricating a country like Xi Qin is also due to material issues, which would give more room for imagination. As a science major, although I like history, my foundation is clearly not as good as those who majored in it, and there's too much data to look up. I couldn't possibly come up with some absurd stories and have everyone criticize them. If everyone could help out a bit and gather more historical materials from around 1180, the story would be even more wonderful.