"Faced with the less than ten thousand unarmored Logistics Army camped outside the city, Bao Yuan's elite troops could easily slaughter them, but what was the result of the pursuit all the way? Several thousand Logistics soldiers were rallied by Zhao Feng alone, fighting Bao Yuan's Han elites to the death—even refusing to retreat, causing Bao Yuan's strategy to fail at the last moment. In the end, Bao Yuan also died at Zhao Feng's hands."
"Afterwards."
"This man further changed his usual quiet demeanor, successively capturing several Han cities, breaking into the Han Capital, and capturing the King of Han."
"Such things cannot be achieved by luck alone."
"If it were you who had such luck, could you do it?" Wei Wuji looked at his nephew and said.
Hearing this,
Wei Bo also fell silent, as if deep in thought.
After a while.
Wei Bo shook his head, "I cannot do it."
Hearing these words from Wei Bo,
