"Kill!"
An angry shout came from Zhao Feng's mouth, full of the tone of death.
The killing intent on his body reached its peak.
The Elite Soldiers behind him, each deeply affected, surged with endless fighting spirit.
As Zhao Feng charged forward, alone at the front, leading the assault as the Main General.
Watching Zhao Feng's figure was an unspoken whip for every Elite Soldier.
Generals do not cling to life, soldiers do not fear death!
An army with a hundred victories!
"Archers, ready!"
"Execute the invading Qin Army."
On Handan City's wall, as the Qin Army launched their attack, Pang Xuan had already retreated from the wall, moving deeper into the city.
Another Zhao general shouted loudly.
The Zhao Jun archers atop the wall drew their bows, notched arrows, staring forward, while dodging the arrows fired from the Qin Army outside; Zhao soldiers occasionally fell under the ruthless rain of arrows.
With Zhao Feng leading the army, step by step closing in.
