On a road leading to Handan!
The ground was littered with corpses everywhere.
And Zhao Feng sat atop this battlefield strewn with bodies, eating dry rations with one hand and holding a water flask in the other.
On such a bloody battlefield, to eat so heartily—Zhao Feng was the only one.
His many subordinate commanders were the same.
Except for a handful of elite soldiers still cleaning up the battlefield, finishing off Zhao Jun soldiers lying on the ground, the rest of the elite soldiers were eating with their water flasks and dry rations in hand.
Back when attacking Wu'an City, Zhao Feng had already ordered the main Firescout Army to prepare at least six days' worth of dry rations to carry at all times, so after the city's fall, while the other two main forces were still clearing Wu'an City and cleaning up the battlefield—
Zhao Feng directly led his troops in pursuit.
"General."
"We took out over two thousand enemies in this batch."
