He is the future Master Strategist, Zhang Liang's father's killer—truly involved in the tide of history now.
Father's killer.
In the future, Zhao Feng will surely be among the ones Zhang Liang is sworn to kill.
But—
Zhao Feng really isn't afraid.
He promptly picked up the Longquan Sword and chopped off Zhang Ping's head.
In the Qin Army, rules are like this—the heads of enemy officers are the clearest evidence of one's war merit.
If there's no proof like that, who can vouch for it amid the chaos of battle?
Moreover—
Facing enemies on the battlefield, there's pure hatred on both sides. Unless someone has true, overwhelming prestige, unless an officer above the main general commands it, nobody dares give a proper burial—it's simply not something regular soldiers concern themselves with.
"This time, the merit of breaching the city, of slaying officers, and of killing the prime minister—they're all mine."
"Capturing the king—that merit still needs effort."
