Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield

Chapter 370: Chapter 166: Bestowing the Name Wu’an! Ying Zheng Shocked: This Spirit Pill Is Poisoned?

"Li Si is truly a master strategist."

While serving as the Tingwei in the court, his son Li You was originally a civil official, a Prefectural Governor of the Northern Territory. But now, he has transitioned from civil to military service. The father is a scholar, the son a warrior, and he even sent his son to serve as a general under Zhao Feng. By doing this, if any trouble ever arose in the future and the Eldest Imperial Son were to ascend the throne, Zhao Feng’s prestige could protect Li You and ensure the continuation of the Li family’s lineage. Li Si... what a brilliant move.

Upon hearing Ying Zheng’s decree appointing Li You as a Main General, many ministers in the court were shocked. Upon reflection, however, they quickly realized that Li Si must have requested it. If it weren’t for Li Si’s earnest plea, the Great King would never have granted the position of Main General to Li You.

After Ying Zheng had spoken, Li Si immediately stepped forward and bowed deeply. "This minister, on behalf of Li You, thanks the Great King for this immense favor. Li You will certainly not disappoint the Great King."

"The three Main Generals for the newly established military camp have all been decided," Ying Zheng announced. "Now for the adjutants." He looked toward Yu Liao. "Yu Qing. In Zhao Feng’s former main camp, who can be promoted to Deputy General, and who can be promoted to Wanjiang? You are to compile a list, and I will personally make the decision."

"This minister obeys the decree," Yu Liao immediately replied.

"Great King," Zhao Feng stepped forward and said loudly, "the new military camp requires a location for its garrison. We also ask that the Great King bestow a name upon the camp. Please, Great King, make your decision."

The establishment of a new military camp was a massive undertaking. While things were still being arranged in Xianyang, Zhao Feng knew that once he returned to Zhao, he would be overwhelmed with affairs.

"The military camp’s garrison," Ying Zheng began slowly, "shall be established in Yunzhong City."

At the mention of Yunzhong City, everyone’s minds stirred.

Yunzhong City is a border city adjacent to the state of Yan. The Great King’s decision to station the new military camp there is clearly meant to intimidate Yan. With a new camp guarding Yunzhong, Yan is sure to panic. The Great King’s strategies are truly grand; with this one move, Yan will not dare to act recklessly.

Many of the ministers in the court immediately understood Ying Zheng’s intentions.

"As for the camp’s name..." Ying Zheng pondered for a moment, his gaze falling upon Zhao Feng as a smile appeared on his face. He then declared, "The name of the military camp shall be Wu’an!"

This announcement sent a silent shockwave through the entire court.

Whether they were civil officials or military commanders, none could fail to understand the profound meaning behind this name. It wasn’t just the ordinary court officials who were moved; even Wang Jian, Meng Wu, and Huan Yi, the three Shangjiangjun, wore expressions of utter shock.

The Wu’an Military Camp. Named after Wu’an. The Great King must hold Zhao Feng in extremely high regard to choose such a name. This is a clear signal to Zhao Feng, to all the ministers, and to the entire world, that Zhao Feng has the potential to one day ascend to the position of Lord Wu’an. To be ennobled as a Martial Lord. The Great King’s favoritism toward Zhao Feng is simply staggering...

All the ministers watched in a state of shock. The name "Wu’an" carried immense weight, especially for Qin. Even though Bai Qi had been dead for many years, no one dared to forget his formidable reputation. Who could ever forget the former Qin War God, known to the other states as the God of Slaughter, Bai Qi? Even now, merely mentioning Bai Qi’s name in the Zhao state could strike fear into the hearts of countless Zhao people.

To be ennobled with a title for martial merit is the greatest honor for a Military Official. The Great King is telling me to continue striving.

Zhao Feng naturally understood Ying Zheng’s intent. He immediately stepped forward and bowed deeply. "Thank you, Great King, for bestowing this name. The Wu’an Military Camp will not disappoint you. It will surely sweep away the various states for the Great King and help him unify the world."

Zhao Feng accepted the name of Wu’an. From now on, the military camp he commanded would be known as the Wu’an Military Camp. However, to truly live up to that name, he knew he still needed to achieve greater merits and earn more military honors. Only when he was officially conferred the title of Lord Wu’an would the camp truly embody its name.

"I believe in you," Ying Zheng said, his gaze fixed on Zhao Feng, his voice filled with authority. The trust in his words was evident to everyone present.

「Within Zhangtai Palace」

"The regulations for the establishment of the Wu’an Military Camp have all been drafted," Ying Zheng said, looking at Zhao Feng, who was seated to his side. "When do you plan to depart for the Zhao Territory?"

"Since all matters have been arranged, this minister can set off for Zhao tomorrow," Zhao Feng replied after a moment’s thought.

Ying Zheng looked at him in surprise. "So soon? Won’t you stay for a few more days? I never said you had to leave immediately."

Zhao Feng smiled. "The Great King has shown such trust; how could this minister dare to prove unworthy? Besides, establishing a large military camp involves countless tasks. It is best that I handle them personally to avoid any oversights."

Hearing this, Ying Zheng nodded, appreciating Zhao Feng’s earnestness. Perhaps this was one of the reasons he valued Zhao Feng so highly—his serious approach to all matters.

"Very well. If you wish to depart tomorrow, then so be it. With the camp in its early stages, you likely won’t be able to return for half a year. However, once the camp is completed, you may return to the capital. If there are no hostilities, as a Shangjiangjun, you are permitted to remain in the capital to rest," Ying Zheng said with a slight smile.

Zhao Feng, of course, had long understood this policy. As a Shangjiangjun in command of an entire military camp’s forces, if he were to remain at the garrison indefinitely, he could mobilize troops at any time. Should he be swayed by an enemy state to rebel, the consequences would be catastrophic. Although generals of his rank had their families in the capital as a deterrent, there were always ruthless men who saw their kin as worthless and would not be stopped by such concerns.

"How many troops remain in your original main camp?" Ying Zheng asked.

"We have over sixty thousand combat-ready troops," Zhao Feng sighed. "The war to conquer Zhao took a heavy toll."

Regarding his old brothers-in-arms, though he had weathered countless battles, the sight of those living, breathing men dying before his eyes still had an impact. His heart may have grown numb, but he could still feel the pain deep inside.