The black cavalry swept through the entire city.
The several thousand foreign tribesmen in the city barely lasted before becoming cold corpses.
"Reporting to Shangjiangjun."
"The foreign tribesmen in the city have been cleared out."
"In this battle, nearly five thousand of the foreign tribes have been slain." Zhang Han rode forward to give his report.
"Hmm."
Zhao Feng nodded.
His gaze turned to the city's people.
Innocent women violated.
Parents murdered.
Young sons killed.
Husbands and wives slaughtered.
Because of these foreign scum's invasion, even the surviving citizens of the city suffered disgrace and, worse, lost loved ones.
Looking at the gathering crowd, their eyes upon him and the Qin Cavalry were filled with longing and anxiety.
It seemed...
They were still afraid, afraid the Qin Cavalry would treat them as cruelly as the foreign tribes had.
Feeling their gaze, Zhao Feng sighed inwardly.
He slowly dismounted from his warhorse.
"I am sorry."
