On the other side.
North of Handan City!
Less than ten li from Handan City.
"General."
"We really can't walk any further, can we rest for a while?"
"Yes, my lord, even if you are going to deal with us, at least let us rest a bit, we're going to die of exhaustion."
"Let us rest a while..."
At this moment, it was nearly noon.
Zhao Feng had led them on for nearly two hours.
When they fled, each one ran for their life as if they wished they could grow a few more legs, but now they only wished to slow down, to delay as much as possible.
"My lord."
"Most of these people are nobles, used to lives of luxury. After so long on the road, I'm afraid they'll truly die of exhaustion."
"I suggest we let them rest for an hour, lest they really die—these are all our battle merits, after all." Zhang Ming said with a chuckle.
"Very well." Zhao Feng nodded, then spurred his horse to the side.
He then dismounted and sat down.
"The general commands: everyone will rest in place."
