Zhao battlefield.
Quyang City.
Has already turned into a sight of scorched earth amidst raging fire.
No one knows how many arrows have fallen in Quyang City, nor how many rolling stones have thundered down.
But under the defense of Lian Po, Quyang City has endured the continuous fierce attacks from Wang Jian leading the Qin Army himself, showing no sign of being breached at all.
On top of the city wall.
Lian Po, clad in battle armor, calmly watched the retreating Qin Army.
"How many attacks is this now?" Lian Po asked calmly.
"Reporting to Shangjiangjun, this is already the tenth attack."
"But every time Wang Jian attacks, he pays little price, instead utilizing the advantage of the Qin Army, releasing volleys of arrows upon our city."
"As things stand, he seemingly has no intention of making a forcible assault to breach the city."
Lian Po's deputy general replied respectfully.
