With the Zhao Jun already prepared for the city gates being breached,
waves of Qin Army soldiers were shot down by a hail of arrows.
In an instant, mounds of corpses piled up before the city.
Seeing such heavy casualties, the Zhao Jun defensive lines meticulously arranged ahead, and the layers of incoming Zhao reinforcements,
though he had anticipated this in his heart, Zhao Feng still felt a heavy weight inside him.
After cutting down several Zhao soldiers before him with one sword,
and looking at the Zhao Jun behind, firing arrows madly, Zhao Feng understood he had to intermingle with the Zhao Jun and crush these archers.
"Follow me closely and charge!"
"Break through the Zhao Jun's formation!" Zhao Feng raised his sword and roared, then once more led the assault.
"We swear to follow the general unto death!"
"Kill!!"
Countless elite soldiers behind Zhao Feng shouted mightily.
