Slave of the Peerless Arrow

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I still don't have an archer slave.

The Qin Dynasty has the most powerful army, enough to make the states of Han, Zhao, and Wei tremble. The most formidable force in Qin is us—the Sixth Archery Team.

As for me, I'm insignificant. I'm just an archer. Why insignificant? Because I don't have an archer slave.

Only archers who have rendered meritorious service are entitled to have one. I'm only sixteen. I've only been an archer for three months. I only became an archer because my surname is Meng.

Watching others walk past me with their archer slaves, I could only lower my head and bend over. Fortunately, my battle robe covered it, so I didn't feel too embarrassed.

Actually, I've already fought in one battle, and I've still managed to shoot an arrow. My strength is still decent, and my shooting is steady. But that kid didn't die on the battlefield, so even though my name is engraved on the arrow, no one has found mine.

Maybe next time.

To avoid embarrassment, I'll carry my bow and quiver myself and slowly walk to the shooting range to practice.

In battle, the enemy is always a hundred paces away, separated by our shields and theirs, so we're basically shooting arrows into the sky.

Archery practice is different. Hitting the bullseye from a hundred and twenty paces is no easy feat.

I'm always exhausted.

Others have archer slaves who don't have to retrieve their own arrows.

I have to go myself. Although most of my arrows hit the target, the journey of a hundred and twenty paces to retrieve my eighteen arrows is exhausting.

Why did I become an archer? It's all for the village head's daughter.

Archers are the only branch of the Qin army that can have a female slave before becoming a platoon leader. With other branches, I'd probably just donate before I could become a platoon leader. I have some brute strength, plus my surname is Meng, so why wouldn't they give me face?

But that village head looks down on me, so I have to resort to this method—once I achieve military merit, I'll make your daughter my archer slave!

This morning I've been making arrows, replacing the two I lost last time—I shot six, and they retrieved four, so I'm still resentful towards Huai. How come that kid is so lucky? They ran away with two arrows!

According to the military regulations of the Qin Dynasty, only by finding the arrows, and specifically on the enemy's corpse or prisoners, and confirming which archer shot them, could one be credited with merit. So, if one lost a battle and survived, there would be absolutely no merit—where would one find the arrows?

Last time it was a victory, and I even shot two extra arrows, fully expecting to earn merit, but who knew the arrows couldn't be found!

How frustrating!

I wonder if Ningzhi, the village head's daughter, still misses me.

That time she secretly told me that the village head was going to marry her off to the neighbor's nephew—a promising young retainer—they often inexplicably become county-level officials.

I can only rise through the ranks little by little through military merit.

I asked her which retainer she didn't want to marry.

If I earned military merit and needed to be assigned an arrow slave, I would choose her first.

I don't know if she would be willing.

To choose the village head's daughter as an arrow slave, one must kill someone of rank of sergeant or higher.

This time, alas!

(II)

The arrow corps is preparing to set off.

I carried my bow and arrows, striding along. Actually, I didn't want to hear the others, mainly because of the clattering of their shackles as their archers walked. Annoying.

With one archer, you could just carry the bow. With two, you could walk empty-handed. Our squad leader had two archers. Of the hundred men in our squad, everyone else only had one. My sergeant was even more pitiful; he didn't have an archer yet. The other dozen or so sergeants all had archers, and a few archers also had archers.

I felt I was walking quite well, but the sergeant still caught up with me. Actually, he was like me; not having an archer was embarrassing, so he walked fast.

"Meng Ke, I heard you and Meng Tian from the cavalry are related?" I

really hate this guy; he always tries to get this kind of information. Actually, we are cousins of the same generation. There's also Meng Yi, Meng Chou, and Meng Wu. Meng Tian is a commander of a thousand, and I heard he's about to be promoted to commander of ten thousand and become a general. As for me, I'm an archer.

"What's wrong?"

"Why don't you go to his place so you can help out?"

"I can't ride a horse!"

He glared at me.

**He was born knowing how to ride! Who told you to ask such a question!**

A troop of cavalry charged straight at us! It was horrifying!

"The enemy is retreating! The enemy is retreating!"

"Where's your captain?"

"At the back, the one with the two archers!"

I said irritably. After saying that, I continued walking. However, I knew the archer unit might have to halt their advance. The enemy had already fled, what were we in such a hurry for? Chasing was the cavalry's job. We archers only needed to form ranks and attack or snipe.

"Halt! Meng Ke? Meng Ke?"

Calling me?

Those cavalrymen turned around, calling my name!

"Here, I am Meng Ke!"

"Arrow code?"

Good heavens! They're asking about my arrow code? They've found my arrows?

"Ke, July, Jia Si!"

Several cavalrymen dismounted, rushed to me, pressed down on my quiver, drew out several arrows, one for each of us, and distributed them. Good

heavens, I've done a great service! They're sharing my arrows!

(III)

Several archers followed behind me, but none of them carried bows and arrows—I wasn't going back to my hometown; I didn't need to bring those. They only carried short swords. As for me, I had to bring all my gear. Fortunately, I had a horse. Only sergeants were equipped with horses. Only those who killed a commander of a thousand or more could be promoted to sergeant. They could also choose their own archers—of course, not the direct relatives of officials above the rank of county magistrate.

I was still immersed in the joy of my merit and the fantasy of seeing Ningzhi immediately.

Luckily!

I actually shot and killed their deputy commander. That guy was really persistent; he endured for three days before dying. Our cavalry found him by a small river. Two arrows, one in the horse's neck and one in his waist. Both were marked with my arrow marks! We always sent back the bodies of high-ranking officers to disrupt their morale. They immediately withdrew.

My merit could have promoted me to commander of a thousand. But my military service was too short, so I was temporarily assigned to the Sixth Arrow Corps Light Cavalry Battalion as a sergeant. This was a bit higher than the original foot cavalry battalion. I also avoided the former squad leader. It would be so awkward to be his sergeant. He only got this job after his original sergeant was almost completely wiped out, and we were being replenished without any veterans.

"You ride ahead, see that courtyard at the village entrance? Go to that gate and read out my military merit order!"

The village headman would be dumbfounded! But maybe he'd be excited after learning of my achievements.

"Meng Ke, from Tiancong County, in the Battle of Changling, as an archer, shot and killed the Wei deputy commander, promoted to sergeant of the Sixth Arrow Cavalry Battalion, and granted the selection of two archers. No one below the village headman may obstruct him..."

It seems the village headman already knows why I'm here. All the women in his family are here.

"Meng Ke greets Village Headman!" What a load of rubbish! Now that I'm a battalion commander, I'm naturally on equal footing with you! If I had enough years of service, I'd definitely be a battalion commander. Just three more months.

He's well-versed in the Qin laws and knew I'd be promoted soon, so he came quickly.

"Congratulations, Brother Meng! May I ask which one of my ladies has taken a fancy to?"

Don't play dumb with me, bro! Am I even a teenager? I'm your son-in-law!

"By order of military merit, Meng Ke has selected your Ningzhi!"

"She's getting married!"

"Not yet?"

"..."

"Equip the arrow slaves!"

(IV)

I brought the arrow slave skirt, handcuffs, leg irons, and neck shackles that I had personally selected.

Ningzhi was surrounded by my men and walked behind me. I dared not walk behind. The ones below were already too eager, no, too eager to get up.

I went straight to Ningzhi's boudoir—after all, she was the head of the village, and her daughter still had a boudoir. My sister had nothing, and slept on the same kang as me. Later, she was selected by a commander and became an arrow slave, no longer in the Sixth Arrow Team. Back then, what back then, it was the year before last! Watching her walk past me with handcuffs, leg irons, and neck shackles on the back of that archer's saddle, I couldn't help but shed tears! Tears were flowing down below too, and my legs were so weak I almost sat down!

Later, I hid the chain that my sister and I used to play with in a tree hole. That time, Ningzhi accidentally found it and teased me for half a month! Otherwise, why would I want to be an archer!

When she took off her skirt, she suddenly turned her back.

But I still saw it!

The chain, tied around her waist, connected at both ends to the round iron hoops on her ankles. She untied the thin rope around her waist, clattered down her shackles, slowly walked to me, knelt down, and lifted my battle robe.

I couldn't breathe.

...

I sat cross-legged, put my arms around Ningzhi's shoulders, and with my fingers still sticking out of her mouth, I put my penis into her mouth.

"When did you make the iron hoops?"

"After you left."

"How can you say you're dead?"

"You are dead!"

"Then how will you get married?"

"Just like this!"

"Won't he divorce you?"

"I want him to divorce me so I can wait for you."

"If I don't achieve military merit, or die in battle..."

My mouth was covered by her again.

(V)

"One problem, your shackles aren't standard."

"They're too heavy, too rough, unsuitable for marching."

"How can they be easily opened?"

"Master Ke... Ning'er likes heavy shackles."

"What about the arrow slave shackles I brought?"

"Just put on another one..."

"That doesn't look good, and it makes it hard to walk, how can we march?"

"Aren't you a squad leader now? Your arrow slaves don't need to walk!"

"Who said that? I like my arrow slaves walking!"

"From now on, don't call me Master Ke, call me Master! I don't like being called Master Ke. Also, I don't like being called slaves, just call me Ning'er."

"Yes, Master!"

I had no choice but to use the shackle-fixing tools I brought to carve words on the iron shackles.

Master's name first, slave's name last.

Why are the characters "Ke Ning" so many strokes! My squad leader used to be called Chen Yi, and my arrow slave was called Yu!

Anyway, I have three days off, I'll use them all for carving and polishing.

"You all leave the slave equipment behind and go out and enjoy yourselves!"

I looked at the village head again.

"Chief, I'll be resting in Ningzhi's room for the next three days. Please forgive me for any inconvenience."

Forgive me? In Qin, everything is for military purposes. Otherwise, how could I have taken Ningzhi, who is about to be married, as my arrow slave?

"Yes, I will certainly fulfill all of Chief Meng's requests."

(VI)

For the next three days, I was constantly polishing the shackles. This Ningzhi, with all this fuss, has made it so I don't even have time to go out and socialize. But it's alright, I've only been a soldier for three months, and I really don't have any savings. I used up most of my reward money to buy slave equipment.

Every time I polished, I carefully moved the shackles slowly between Ning'er's ankles and the iron hoops, and then had Ning'er walk a few steps to see if it was still polishing. Before, she had always worn them around her waist and hadn't felt anything, but now that they were off, Ning'er realized how uncomfortable the iron hoops were. I kept teasing her about how she had managed these past few days.

"You're not going out anymore."

"Suddenly you've become a refined young lady?"

"Dad thinks I've grown up and praises me every day."

"What if the chains make a sound?"

"I've only gone out to meet matchmakers a few times, and I've tied them tightly against my skin."

"What, you're meeting matchmakers again? Who do you want to marry?"

"No, Master."

Ning'er covered my mouth again.

...

"Do you like these handcuffs?"

"No."

"Why?"

"The chain is too long. It drags on the floor."

"There's no way around it. Arrow slaves have to help their masters carry bows and arrows, make arrows, cook, and do laundry, so the chains can't be too short."

"Actually, you're still small. When you grow taller, the chain will only reach your ankles at most, it won't be long anymore. Besides, you can wear it around your neck."

"That doesn't look good."

"You're only fifteen, right? It seems like you haven't had your birthday yet!"

"These neck shackles are as comfortable as the handcuffs. Master must have spent a lot of money on them, right?"

"Of course, how could I let Ning'er be uncomfortable? Come on, stand up, let Master lead you a few steps."

I pulled Ning'er around the boudoir. Suddenly, I opened the door to her boudoir.

"Come on, let's go out!"

"Master, no! Ning'er isn't dressed!"

"Oh? Can't I go out if I'm not dressed?"

"No, it's just that everyone in Ning'er's family knows her, it's embarrassing."

"Then can I go out without dressing?"

"..."

"Alright, put on the Arrow Slave Dress. Put it on yourself."

Actually, the Arrow Slave Dress is very easy to wear. It's a skirt, tied directly at the waist, and the dress is fastened at the chest with a clasp. The two straps of the clasp cross over the shoulders from the back to the front, so the shoulders have to be exposed, which doesn't matter in summer. I prepared two shawls to cover the shoulders. There are also two large cloaks, one thick and one thin, for autumn and winter. I specially bought an extra dress for Ning'er to change into. I'm not really raising an Arrow Slave.

After Ning'er was dressed, I realized that she looked even more beautiful this way. The chains of her shackles were half-hidden beneath her skirt, her handcuffs hung low in front of her skirt, and a pile of chains from her neck shackles were held in Ning'er's hands. There were so many that a little bit was visible, hanging straight there. I walked over, gently hugged Ning'er's shoulders, and deeply inhaled her breath.

Ning'er's hands loosened, and a pile of chains fell onto my feet. Ning'er seemed about to kneel down, but I held her tightly, not letting her bend her knees.

(VII)

The morning sun had not yet risen. Ning'er had already prepared my travel gear. She had packed a bag of naan bread and water. In fact, there were water sources everywhere in the Great Qin. The trees in the Shu Mountains were quite dense, and the water was clear and trickling. The village head's family had also gotten up early to see me off. Ningzhi's younger sisters were still playing with Ning'er's shackles with great interest.

The village head's wife was weeping and snotting as she gave him instructions. I spoke to the village head in official jargon, telling him how much military rations I could be exempted from, and how many years his son could be exempted from military service—if I were to be promoted to rank soon

, I could extend the exemption. Of course, his son would also benefit from my connections; if he joined the army, he could directly become an archer or a squad leader in another branch. Finally, I ordered Ning'er to bring the horse over and fasten one end

of the shackles to the stirrups. I leaped onto the horse, gently squeezing its belly with my legs, and at the same time, I gently pulled the reins back, and the horse slowly strolled out of the village head's courtyard.

Behind me were the clattering of shackles and the sound of a woman crying.

I knew Ning'er wasn't crying. She was probably secretly laughing.

After three days of polishing, the iron hoops were incredibly smooth, and the connection points to the chains were extremely flexible, so Ning'er didn't feel any chafing on her ankles. Perhaps she hadn't walked long enough. One of my former squad leaders, an archer slave, always had blisters and bleeding ankles. He didn't like her; it was as if she were the daughter of his enemy, and he deserved to have chosen her.

We were already out of the village. I pulled on the reins and looked back at Ning'er. She looked at me too. "Master, am I walking too slowly?"

"Yes, I will punish you!"

I jumped off my horse, walked to Ning'er, knelt on one knee, and lifted her skirt.

After all, she was barefoot and wearing shackles, her feet were covered in dust, and I couldn't see her ankles. Anyway, we were already out of the village. I didn't need to care about my men's attitude; why should I be so serious about escorting the archer slave?

I took the bow from Ning'er's back, picked her up, carried her on my shoulder, walked to the horse, spread Ning'er's legs apart, and placed her on the horse's back. The shackles were spread apart and placed on the horse's shoulders. The archer slave skirt I bought was quite large, and Ning'er's legs only showed below her knees. The neck shackles were still connected to the stirrups. I then wrapped the hand shackles around the horse's head and fastened them to the bells on the horse's chest. Then, with a leap, I landed right behind Ning'er, strapped on my bow, embraced Ningzhi, gave the reins a shake, spurred my legs, and off I went!

A cheer erupted behind me.

(VIII)

They deliberately kept some distance from me.

Sensing the absence of hooves behind me, I pulled on the reins, and the horse obediently slowed its pace.

"Ning'er, prepare for your punishment!"

"Yes, Master."

I lifted my battle robe, pulled off my trousers, and then pressed down on Ning'er's back, pulling her skirt from under her. Ning'er leaned forward, wrapped her arms around the horse's neck, pressed her face against the side of the mane, and closed her eyes slightly.

At this moment, the sound of the shackles had turned into a melodious tinkling as the horse slowed down, mingling with the sound of the horse bells, alluring.

I slowly entered, the warmth and moisture accompanying the horse's swaying as it walked, coupled with Ning'er's tight, shrinking movements and the incoherent cries she made, I... I almost fell backward.

The sound of hooves behind me grew closer. I slightly accelerated. But the sound of hooves continued to grow closer—these guys!

Ning'er's face was flushed; I wondered what poem she was reciting. I don't like poetry, but I do like Ning'er reciting it. Nonsense, does she even know how to recite poetry now?

I remained seated on my horse, slowly savoring the warm atmosphere.

Once they were off my two steeds, they stopped accelerating.

Ning'er suddenly seemed to realize something and tried to straighten up. I pressed her down, "It's not over yet!"

"Yes, Master."

Ning'er buried her face in the horse's mane. The little girl, she knows how to be shy now.

Finally, I felt relieved. I pulled the front of her skirt under Ning'er's body, draping it over her, then lowered the back to avoid soiling my saddle.

"Would you like to ride like this?"

"You're bullying me!"

"How can you say that? You should answer yes!"

"Master, Ning'er is willing! But archers can't ride horses!"

"That's in the military camp and during marches!"

"What about during holidays?"

"How do you even know about holidays? Who told you that?"

Actually, holidays were just a euphemism for wanton looting after capturing an enemy city, usually occurring after fierce resistance. Some enemies would surrender cities voluntarily, and then it wasn't just about looting; it was about unrestrained revelry. Those who rendered meritorious service could, according to Qin law, choose any enemy woman as a slave, including archer slaves.

"That's what my master told me before he went to war!"

Oh, I only used that word; I didn't tell Ningzhi the exact meaning. She'll understand later.

"We've reached the post station. Ning'er, should you dismount?"

"Yes, Master!"

"Master, please carry Ning'er down?"

Sigh, what can I do when I like Ning'er? "Remember, don't let anyone at the post station or outsiders see me carrying an archer slave down!"

"Yes, Master!"

Only after carrying her down did I realize that the front of Ning'er's archer slave skirt was wet, haha.

Ning'er didn't dare look up.

"Sigh, Ning'er, there's nowhere to change. Go into the post station and change."

"Master just bullies Ning'er!"

"Don't sniffle, okay?"

"..."

Ning'er followed behind the horse, still carrying my bow. Several archers filed into the post station, dismounting one by one. The postman followed, leading their horses to the back to feed them hay.

A postmaster came over. I'd met him once before. He beamed when he saw me. "Isn't this Lord Meng, the one who shot down the deputy commander of Zhao? Come down and rest. What, you've chosen such a handsome archer slave? I wonder which family's young lady is so lucky. Should we take him to the back?" "

What, take him to the back? A horse or a slave?"

"You mean..."

"This is my personal archer slave!"

"Oh, alright, you can lead him yourself."

(IX)

I didn't like people loitering around while I was eating, so I pulled Ning'er by the shackles and headed straight for the inner room. Hearing the clanging and jingling of the shackles behind me, I ordered, "Men, you can eat outside. I'll pay the bill!" I

went into the inner room and sat down on a stool. Ning'er knelt obediently on my left, just like the game we used to play before I joined the army. But back then, I only had that iron chain, and Ning'er had tied it to my ankle with a hemp rope. Sometimes it was chained around the neck or wrist. There was only one chain, so it wasn't as fully equipped as it is now.

"Is Ning'er hungry?"

"No, just a little thirsty."

"What would you like to drink?"

"Master, Ning'er wants to drink..."

"Master's nectar, isn't it?"

"Master knows, is that alright?"

"Wait until the good food is served, okay? Otherwise, someone might see..."

"Ning'er is thirsty, and so is Master..."

As Ning'er crawled and ducked under the table, the sound of the chains falling to the ground made me feel even more uncomfortable.

Ning'er had already lifted my battle robe and pulled down my trousers. Just as I felt the dampness, the innkeeper came in.

He seemed used to it. I could only look directly at him. "The same dishes as last time, halved. They'll have inn food in the outer room."

He backed out, giving me a thumbs up before closing the door.

"Serve everything at once, so you don't have to make multiple trips!"

"Alright, you go ahead with your work."

What? I'm busy with my own things? This isn't telling people outside I'm...

"Ning'er, do you prefer to eat kneeling, or sit here?"

"Whatever Master says."

"Master likes Ning'er to do as she pleases."

"Ning'er likes to sit here!"

"Wait a minute, turn your hands over!"

I connected the two rings of Ning'er's handcuffs together through the neck shackles at one end of her lower body. Then I made Ning'er sit on my lap.

"Open your mouth!"

"Is it good?"

"It's good when Master feeds me!"

After she finished eating, I unchained Ning'er and ordered, "Clean up the plate!"

This is so much fun! Ning'er knelt in front of me, holding the plate, only her eyes showing, looking at me pitifully. Seeing that I didn't intend to let go, she lowered her head and diligently licked the plate.

"Is it clean?"

Ning'er slowed down, probably finishing. When she looked up, I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Haha, hahaha..."

Before, when we played together, it wasn't this lavish, so I'd never seen Ning'er's face covered in grease like this.

Ning'er cried.

I panicked and quickly picked up Ning'er, wiping the vegetable juice from my face with her clothes and skirt.

"You should change anyway, go wash up. Tell them to pack up and get some rest so we can get going."

I watched Ning'er walk out with a pile of our clothes, clattering around, then wrapped myself in the blanket, feeling my smooth, tired body beneath it, and fell into a deep sleep.

The Sixth Arrow Team, Second Division,

Part Two: Yue'er

(Part One)

Yue'er was someone I met quite by chance.

As a sergeant, I naturally couldn't let my men look down on me. They were all in their twenties, the oldest being a squad leader over thirty, still alive but without any achievements or advancement.

I, sixteen, though young, still commanded respect because of General Meng Tian, my cousin. Besides, I didn't look young. I was more than ten years younger than my cousin. Yet, at that time, he was just a sergeant. Our family produced many talented generals.

I only learned that Meng Tian had become a general when I returned to the barracks. But I didn't go to see him. Since His Majesty assumed power, he has particularly disliked gatherings of family officers.

My vacation isn't over yet. Aside from telling Ning'er about the behavior and combat duties of the archers—of course, we talked while playing—I spent the rest of my time studying the tactics of the light cavalry, or light cavalry archers.

Since they are cavalry, the archers can't be used for charging. What, charging? Are you crazy? The horses of the light cavalry aren't for charging; they're for carrying supplies, such as bows and arrows, battle robes, armor, or for their masters.

But in several battles, we've watched the enemy retreat, our light cavalry infantry being faster, chasing ahead, while the chariot cavalry, slower, chased behind, only to be stopped by the enemy's archers providing cover. And our light cavalry archers had already retreated.

No, I need to think of a better method.

For example, how about having a few squads short of arrows give their arrows to other squads, stay behind to look after the archers, and the rest charge with arrows? That would be troublesome; they might not even be able to aim accurately. Moreover, almost everyone in our light cavalry battalion has an archer slave—hundreds of female slaves. Even if they don't cause trouble, the noise from other battalions is hard to manage. Oh,

I forgot to mention, we haven't fought for months, but I've still become a battalion commander. My last achievement was too great.

Although we haven't fought, my battalion hasn't been idle. They've been training in charge archery, and how to cover themselves when approaching enemy archers, all while following my wild ideas. Then, they'll launch surprise attacks.

I explained it very clearly to several sergeant commanders and dozens of squad leaders: Qin needs new tactics, and we can achieve greater military merit using these new tactics. Who doesn't want to bring glory to their ancestors? Most of us are uneducated and can't become retainers or members of any literary family; we can only rely on military merit.

Also, the greater the military merit, the more archer slaves we have, and the higher their status. We might even get to eat swans! I'm their role model. I could have two more archer slaves. But I don't have the time. Training my new tactics and my new archer slave—Ning'er—where would I find the time or the inclination to acquire more? With a few hundred archers and Ning'er, I was tired but fulfilled.

(II)

The opportunity to test my new tactics came so quickly.

Zhao had changed its commander-in-chief. However, the Zhao army had reached 100,000, while we only had 50,000. We still had Wang Jian as our commander.

The Zhao army couldn't withstand the charge of a few thousand cavalry and retreated to a lonely city. We surrounded their 100,000 with tens of thousands of troops! I'm afraid the entire Zhao army only had 100,000 troops, otherwise why hadn't we seen any enemy reinforcements? Zhao only had land equivalent to a prefecture of Qin left. Every day, Zhao soldiers risked their lives to come out in search of food. We shot them all back. Even when we were cleaning up the battlefield, the Zhao soldiers didn't shoot any arrows. We could practically drive straight in.

The higher-ups kept telling us to just besiege the city and not let a single Zhao soldier out.

Almost all of my men were promoted for their merits. There was no way around it, we had shot too many. I also became a chiliarch.

However, I didn't tell the deputy commander of the sixth archer team about my new tactics. Mainly because I hadn't used them before.

As a commander, I assigned several battalion officers to be on duty, carrying out sniping missions with the archers. Sometimes I would take Ning'er for a walk, giving them pointers along the way. My main focus was on when they might break out. I instructed them to observe carefully and report immediately. The thought of them possibly breaking out made me excitedly hug Ning'er tightly.

Ning'er's skills in loading, attaching, and repairing arrows improved rapidly. I specially made wrist and ankle braces for Ning'er, so she could walk at a pace that kept up with mine. I always brought Ning'er to gatherings or meals, setting an example for my men, so they treated their archer slaves well.

Several sergeants already had two archer slaves. I still only had one. Ning'er once asked me curiously, and I told her that having Ning'er was enough for now; if I had another, training the archer slaves would be Ning'er's job, and she wouldn't be able to follow me every day. Ning'er

liked to sit on my lap, whether I was sitting or lying down. Also, she liked to hang the handcuffs around my neck and hug me.

Once, Ning'er saw an archer's handcuffs and shackles chained together and asked me why I didn't fix them for her. I said, "Didn't you see that archer never wears clothes? Don't you want to wear clothes?" She thought for a moment and then never brought it up again.

(III)

Good heavens! They broke through! As soon as

I received the report, I ordered a sergeant to stay and guard the archer and supplies, and ordered the other sergeants to carry the largest quivers and follow the light cavalry. They set off.

The Zhao soldiers broke out from another city gate. That was where General Wang Jian had deployed his weakest force. The Zhao soldiers ran for several dozen miles before being blocked by a small river, and their speed slowed down significantly.

Our cavalry quickly pursued them. I commanded my brigade to follow the cavalry and fire arrows rapidly. The cavalry charged faster than usual.

"Meng Ke, General Wang Jian is here!"

"Commander Wang, take command in my place!"

I quickly followed the messenger to General Wang Jian's guard.

I had met Wang Jian before. He was renowned and never smiled.

"Is it just your brigade?"

"Yes, General!"

"..."

Wang Jian was silent for a moment, probably observing the battle situation.

Suddenly, he asked me, "You only have one archer slave?"

"Yes, General!"

"You should have three, right?"

"Yes, General!"

"Tomorrow you'll be eligible to have five arrow slaves!"

Me, I can be a deputy general? The deputy general of the sixth arrow squad? I'm only twenty!

(IV)

Due to the power of my new tactics, the Zhao soldiers in the city, watching the fierce battle outside, dared not come out to reinforce, allowing Wang Jian to mobilize his main forces to encircle and annihilate the Zhao soldiers who were trying to break out. There were only a few thousand soldiers and about ten thousand female slaves besieging the city!

The Zhao army's commander was shot to death, just like Zhao Kuo in the stories told by our predecessors. Before I was even called away by the messenger, he had already been shot dead. His body was covered with arrows from my brigade, and he died in the river like a hedgehog. That time, Zhao Kuo led 400,000 Zhao soldiers. Due to food shortages, and because we didn't want Zhao to have any more soldiers, we buried them all alive. This time, Zhao is almost a prefecture of Qin, so I guess these soldiers won't be buried alive, right?

However, I didn't fire a single arrow. I haven't fired an arrow since.

I only got promoted this time because of my subordinates.

Several of my platoon leaders were promoted, some to chiliarchs, and others to lieutenant generals.

All the Zhao soldiers in the city surrendered.

We only have 50,000 troops. The Zhao soldiers number 100,000!

All the Zhao soldiers were distributed among various brigades. My sixth archery unit, with four brigades, received 10,000 prisoners.

How are we going to feed so many prisoners?

I heard that the cavalry, infantry, and chariot soldiers have been killing prisoners. It's difficult to manage.

We archers are doing okay, keeping an eye on them from a distance with our bows and arrows. It's exhausting.

Many times, the archers slack off, leaving their archer slaves to guard the prisoners with bows and arrows.

I've been celebrating my victory!

How could I not? All my subordinates have been promoted. Many archers are preparing to be transferred to other archery units as squad leaders.

However, the Qin laws are also going to be revised. It will be more difficult to record merits.

All my chiliarchs and lieutenant generals come to eat at my place almost every day. Each time, they bring an archer slave—as I stipulated, because I only have one archer slave.

The archer slaves either knelt beside their masters, crawled under the table, or lay on top of it, while my Ning'er sat on my lap or beside me.

In the last few days, their archer slaves, like Ning'er, sat.

Yesterday, none of the archer slaves were allowed to be brought.

We discussed how to deal with the Zhao soldiers. We couldn't afford to support them.

General Wang Jian only said one thing at yesterday afternoon's gathering: "Generals, please handle the Zhao soldiers as appropriate!"

As appropriate!

I deployed my troops and prepared a brilliant plan.

(V)

"Fellow Zhao soldiers! Great Qin does not want war! Great Qin hopes you will all return home soon, including those who died on the battlefield! We plan to divert the water from this river so that the bodies of your fallen comrades can be exposed and easily sent back to their hometowns! We hope you will work hard to dig a deep pit here and bring in the water! You will receive water and food based on your work!"

I inspected the area with Ning'er.

They were quite diligent. The digging was completed in one day—not to divert water, but to tire them out and prevent them from having the strength to resist; diverting water was simply not enough!

“Master…”

“What is it?”

“Master, look!”

I looked in the direction Ning’er was pointing.

“What?”

“That’s a woman!”

“That one?”

“The one wearing the red-tasseled helmet!”

“How can she be a woman?”

“She is a woman!”

“Alright, shall we call her over?”

“As you wish, Master.”

I ordered the messenger to bring the one wearing the red-tasseled helmet over.

It was indeed a woman!

Later I learned that the Zhao army’s commander had taken several of his favorite concubines to the battlefield. After several days of siege, several had starved to death, leaving only this one who knew a little archery. During the breakout, he abandoned her. Fortunately, she was clever and secretly hid some food in her armor. She hadn’t washed for half a month and reeked of a foul odor, so she managed to hide it. She had hoped to be released, but Ning’er recognized her.

I later asked Ning’er how she knew it was a woman, but she wouldn’t tell me, even when I punished her.

“What’s your name?”

“Zhao Yue.”

“Ning’er, take her back to my tent! Give her a good tidying up!”

I wasn’t afraid of her resistance. Starving like this, how could I possibly be a match for Ning'er!

Besides, I can't let her see what's coming next.

While they were digging the pits, several thousand archers were already lying in ambush behind the earthen mounds they dug, arrows nocked, bows drawn taut.

Water was also prepared; drinking it would make one unconscious all night, and more importantly, upon waking, everything would be blurry.

Then we broke camp! I didn't want to kill anyone; it was too cruel and too tiring.

Let them go wherever they want, as long as they don't threaten us.

Later I learned that

(VI)

I was awakened by Ning'er.

After several days of marching, we continued towards the capital of Zhao. Along the way, we had to be wary of stragglers.

"How could you be so stupid? What's so great about Zhao? It's about to be defeated by our Qin! And didn't your idiot commander abandon you too?"

"I'm an arrow slave, but my master likes me. I had no choice but to be like this. Otherwise, my master wouldn't have been able to marry me. My master has always treated me kindly!"

"If I hadn't discovered you, you would already be... What? You're not from Zhao, you're a Hu person? You were kidnapped by the Zhao general?"

"Wouldn't it be a great injustice if you died?"

"Ning'er, what are you doing?"

"Master, you should take in a few more arrow slaves."

"Master has enough with you."

"Then, what about Ning'er?"

"Why should Ning'er take in arrow slaves?"

"Master promised Ning'er."

"When?"

"It seems not?"

Ning'er was about to cry.

"Alright, alright, Ning'er, let me see, what's his name?"

"Zhao Yue."

Truly extraordinary. The Hu people certainly have a unique charm.

"Yue'er, I'll call you that from now on!"

"Quickly thank Master!"

"Thank you, Master!"

"What will you call Ning'er from now on?"

"Just call her Sister Ning, and let Ning'er call you Yue'er too. You'll serve Ning'er!"

"Master, we'll serve Master together!"

Ning'er is so obedient.

"I had a pair of shackles left over from last time. Ning'er, go ask Wang Siliang for a set of archer slave equipment. Don't bother with the shackles, just get a new set of archer slave clothes!"

(VII)

I still prefer to put the shackles on the archer slaves myself.

Yue'er's hands and feet were a bit bigger than Ning'er's. After washing her, I realized she was very fair-skinned. Her eyes were also large, with a light blue tint. Her hair was slightly reddish.

When I broke the shackles, she frowned slightly, but when she realized it didn't hurt, she smiled.

"Have you ever seen shackles before?"

"Yes, when Zhao people were captured, they were shackled and made slaves if they weren't killed. My mother was from Zhao, and my father took her in as a slave. She always wore shackles. I saw them being shackled when I was little, and it looked so painful."

"You're from Zhao too!"

"My mother was a county princess, and my father was a Khan of the Hu people. When I was nine, I was captured by the Zhao people. They knew about my mother's story, so they sent me to study at the General's Mansion, and later..."

"Stand up and walk around a bit, see if there's anything that's uncomfortable."

Actually, there was no need to test her. These were originally prepared for Ning'er, and they were already polished very smooth. Sure enough, Yue'er didn't show any signs of discomfort. Perhaps she had seen the pain of others being shackled and sensed that this time was different.

Next came the hand shackles and neck shackles. This time, Yue'er was much more obedient.

After they finished, the two archer slaves played with each other's and their own shackles, leaving me standing aside.

"Ning'er, what did Master tell you to do before?"

"Teach the archer slaves, no, train the archer slaves."

"I'm going out for a bit. When I come back, I'll check Ning'er's training results. If it's not good, I'll punish those who didn't teach well and those who didn't learn well."

"Won't both of them be punished?"

"Yes, Master." The two answered in unison.

(VIII)

When General Wang Jian captured Zhao Jiucheng, I was only eleven or twelve years old.

Now, at twenty, I am the deputy general of the sixth archer team, the deputy commander of the siege archer team. Looking at the other two deputy generals of the archer teams with their flowing white beards, I feel a little uneasy.

However, I have always respected them. After all, they are veterans who have fought for decades, and their prestige is much higher than mine.

I just happened to have a new set of archer team tactics, and I happened to use it. Even more coincidentally, I shot and killed the main general of the Zhao army.

With the addition of new archer slaves and the need to assess Ning'er's training progress, I basically stopped interfering. It was just a siege and archery exercise anyway, so who commanded didn't matter. My subordinates had already been instructed to follow the orders of the other two lieutenants.

I enjoyed watching the two female slaves do housework. Today, Yue'er washed clothes, and Ning'er cooked.

We left the camp. Ning'er carried the prepared food in a basket on her back. Yue'er's basket was full of our changes of clothes.

Their neck shackles were fastened to my stirrups, and they rode out of the camp with a clattering sound. The two archer slaves weren't idle either, each leading a horse—for their own riding. However, they couldn't be too ostentatious leaving the camp.

The other archer slaves all looked at Ning'er and Yue'er. Some of the female slaves looked on with envy. They rarely got to leave the camp, unlike my archer slaves, who often went on outings with their master and even rode horses!

I haven't touched Yue'er yet.

I don't want Yue'er to end up like Ning'er. After all, Ning'er suffered a lot for me, even offering herself as a slave.

Ning'er told me that Yue'er had secretly cried several times, thinking that I didn't like her, yet I had never whipped her, so perhaps I didn't want to talk to her.

I don't want to let Ning'er down.

After leaving the camp gate and turning a corner, I dismounted and helped them both onto their respective horses, their necks still shackled to my stirrups. We began to speed towards a waterfall and spring I had discovered a few days ago. They hadn't been there before.

(IX)

Seeing the clear spring water, the two archer slaves became excited. After all, bathing in the military camp wasn't convenient. As

soon as I loosened their neck shackles, before I could even reach them, they had already impatiently dismounted themselves, still dressed, and waded into the water.

Once in the water, they seemed to remember, and their skirts floated onto the surface one by one.

The spring water wasn't deep. Bound by shackles, it was inconvenient for the two of them to fetch water, so they could only make physical contact, caressing and rubbing each other.

I also took off my clothes and went into the water.

Ning'er immediately came over and began to wipe my whole body.

Yue'er, on the other hand, kept pouring water on me.

This was a rule established before when we bathed.

After I finished washing, I climbed onto a flat stone slab to dry myself.

Yue'er went to wash clothes.

Ning'er opened the food she had brought and fed me.

As she fed me, Ning'er became restless, straddling my lap while feeding me, slowly enveloping part of my body. I had almost finished eating, so I closed my eyes and began to enjoy it.

Suddenly, I felt a cool sensation. I opened my eyes and saw Ning'er lifting herself up and teasing my erection with her hand chains. Seeing that I had opened my eyes, Ning'er sat down again.

When I felt the coolness and the chains again, I didn't open my eyes.

When I felt I couldn't hold on any longer, warm flesh covered my entire body. The pressure on my body was greater than before. I opened my eyes, "Yue'er!"

Ning'er was laughing loudly beside me.

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