Even if they don't die at the hands of the Qin Army, they will surely die in Zhao state.
Listening to Yan Ju's words,
The faces of the Zhao generals revealed a sense of bitter grief.
No matter how much unwillingness or resentment they held in their hearts, there was nothing they could do.
"Enough."
"Arrange the city defenses, defend with all your strength."
"Dismissed."
Yan Ju said coldly.
"Yes."
The Zhao generals could only withdraw.
Yan Ju stood atop the city wall, gazing toward the east where Lian Po's army was stationed: "Lian Po, you are already so old, you should have died long ago. If you don't die, how can the King of Zhao truly control Zhao? If you don't die, Zhao Yi would not dare to treat the King so arrogantly."
"If you don't die, how can Zhao bring forth new elite war generals? How can I replace you?"
"The King regards me so highly; I will certainly not let him down."
