And this!
Is exactly what Zhao Feng wanted.
"There are sixty or seventy thousand routed soldiers, charging everywhere in the city. If my troops pursue, Wu'an City will be thrown into chaos."
"No matter how well Pang Xuan arranges things, he will ultimately be burdened by these defeated troops."
Zhao Feng smiled inwardly.
Then,
With a wave of his hand: "Daqin Elite Soldiers, follow orders, the whole army pursue, kill!"
"Wind, wind, wind."
"Swear to follow the General to death, kill!"
Countless Elite Soldiers replied loudly.
With Zhao Cong dead, Wu'an City's West City had completely fallen, and Zhao Feng was leading the Qin Army to attack the inner city. The fall of Wu'an City was already a foregone conclusion.
And at the East Gate and South Gate.
"Reporting to the General."
"The West Gate has fallen, General Zhao Cong was killed in battle."
"A large number of routed troops are surging in, please decide, General."
