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At the end of May.
The sun blazed overhead, heat steaming up, an auspicious time for skirmishing.
"If you break through the camp ahead, you can rest for ten days, during which the meat and wine will be plentiful.
Should you charge through three camps in a row, you'll be pardoned on the spot, rewarded with gold and silver, and allowed to return home."
At the front of the vast army, a Chu military officer rode back and forth, addressing the multitude of Liang people in front of him—their expressions a mix of panic, fear, hostility, anger, and despair—"But should you dare retreat, violating the Military Order..."
The officer pointed ahead to the corpses hanging from several Liang beams: "Them!"
Then he pointed to more corpses in front of them, riddled with countless arrows, turned into beehives: "And them, that will be your fate.
Advance and live, retreat and die.
Do you understand?"
