Such tragedy inside the city.
The same outside the city.
Many civilians tried to flee, but in the end were caught and slaughtered by the foreign tribes.
Now, the Northern Border of Yan Territory is truly an inferno on earth.
"Shangjiangjun."
"Up ahead is Martial Forest City."
"It used to have a population of over fifty thousand."
"Looks like it's been taken by the foreign tribes as well."
"But the foreign tribes don't seem to have set up any defenses."
Zhao Feng led his army, galloping hard, sweeping toward the city.
Gongsun Guang reported loudly by his side.
"Enter the city."
Zhao Feng didn't hesitate for a moment.
What he cared about was if there were any survivors inside.
Zhao Feng galloped fast, rushing toward the gates.
Maybe the foreign tribes were arrogant, maybe they simply didn't take Yan seriously, and never thought Qin would come.
The city gates were closed.
But unattended.
It seemed the gates were shut only to keep the civilians from escaping.
"Break."
