Gazing at the distant Qin Army, his heart was filled with hatred.
Evidently.
He was the son of Gongsun Xi, who died at the hands of Zhao Feng.
Wei had already reached a time of decline in national power, and there were no generals left to use.
The task of defending Lincheng, after countless considerations, was finally entrusted by Wei Wuji to the Gongsun Family.
Wei Wuji was skilled at commanding troops, and even more adept at understanding men's hearts. Gongsun Xin's father was killed by Zhao Feng, so the grudge of his father's murder was irreconcilable; letting Gongsun Xin defend Lincheng would ensure his stubborn defense, for he would never surrender to Zhao Feng, the enemy who killed his father.
"Kill!" Zhao Feng pointed his sword.
Twenty stone throwing machines thundered under the blow of iron hammers, launching twenty massive stones.
Although the number of stone throwing machines was few, as the mightiest weapon of this era, their psychological impact was considerable.
