What kind of mastery in commanding troops is this?
What immense strength is this?
After this battle.
The names of their generals, the names of the soldiers under Zhao Feng, will spread throughout the world.
The whole land will know that a young commander of the Qin Army defeated Lord Xinling of the Wei.
Wei City was met with waves of resounding cheers.
Thereupon,
General Tu Sui, Wei Quan, and the others also swiftly approached Zhao Feng.
"Subordinates greet the General."
The generals walked up, all excitedly bowing to Zhao Feng.
Several of them were stained red with blood, each bearing wounds and injuries.
But after such a bitter struggle, being able to survive was already a great fortune.
"All of you, rise."
Zhao Feng gave a slight smile, waving his hand.
"Thank you, General." The generals looked at Zhao Feng, their gazes burning with fervor.
Even those not originally Zhao Feng's trusted men, Qi Sheng and Wu Yue, showed a deep respect in their eyes at this moment.
