Ying Zheng laughed heartily and cheered.
He held the battle report in his hand, showing just how delighted he was at this moment.
"Great King."
"According to this battle report—"
"General Zhao Feng has once again claimed the foremost merit in the grand rout of Wu'an City."
"He led from the front, stormed the West City, and thereby caused the Zhao Jun's defensive line within the city to collapse."
"This merit must belong to General Zhao Feng," Yu Liao laughed loudly as he memorialized.
"In Qin, every deed is surely rewarded."
"Yu Qing, record this merit under Zhao Feng's name."
"After Zhao is vanquished, I shall bestow the rewards together." Ying Zheng laughed heartily as he spoke.
With Wu'an City fallen, Handan was in sight, the destruction of Zhao within grasp.
Ying Zheng, for his part, was in the utmost high spirits.
All the humiliations of childhood would at last be washed away.
"The Great King is wise!" Yu Liao proclaimed in a resounding voice.
