The same thoughts crossed Wei Wuji's mind.
Gongsun Xi perhaps felt some unwillingness in his heart—not only had he failed to take Wei City, he was also routed by the Qin Army.
But when it comes down to it—
This is war.
Everything on the battlefield changes in an instant.
Perhaps, in the end, it's simply a matter of skill being inferior to another's.
"You don't hate me?"
Zhao Feng looked at Gongsun Xi in slight surprise.
Though the Wei General now wore a face of resentment, there was no hatred in his expression.
"Why would I hate?"
"In the end, I lost this battle."
"It's simply that we were not as skilled."
"If you had lost this battle, would you hate?" Gongsun Xi replied, his tone devoid of sorrow or joy.
Hearing this—
Zhao Feng regarded Gongsun Xi with a touch more respect.
"Though I know what you're thinking, I still want to say one thing."
"If you surrender, I can spare your life." Zhao Feng spoke slowly.
