"It's true."
"It truly is General Zhao Feng."
"So young, and so many trusted aides at his side—other than General Zhao Feng, no one else could command this."
...
Many people of Qin looked at Zhao Feng, and respect flooded their eyes as well.
As for the commoners of other lands, it was the opposite; their gaze toward Zhao Feng carried a trace of fear.
Although Zhao Feng had committed no massacre or city slaughter, his fierce reputation had nonetheless spread far and wide—indeed, he was hailed as the Ever-Victorious General.
"Hm."
Zhao Feng nodded slightly.
"Open the barricade. The general wishes to enter the city to rest." Zhang Ming said in a deep voice.
"Yes, sir."
How could the Prefecture Soldiers dare defy? They immediately moved away the barricade before the city gate, clearing a passageway.
"Go."
Zhao Feng spurred his horse, proceeding slowly into the city—for one must not gallop after entering.
The trusted aides followed one after another.
"Mr. Wei."
