"The King of Zhao is muddle-headed, so much so that he is now recklessly trying to destroy Yan at all costs."
"He's very confident he can fend off Qin by relying on Jinyang," Wang Jian sneered, his contempt for the King of Zhao palpable.
"In your estimation, Shangjiangjun, how long will it take to conquer Jinyang City?" Zhao Feng asked with a smile.
"Jinyang has more than two hundred thousand troops; taking the city will require time."
"However, the troops stationed in Jinyang are the Zhao state's Prefecture Soldiers. They're only relying on the city's defensive advantages," Wang Jian stated.
"Does the Shangjiangjun need this general to lead the assault on the city?" Zhao Feng asked with a chuckle.
"Enough."
"You have already achieved numerous great merits for Qin. If I let you take Jinyang City as well, how would the other generals feel?" Wang Jian retorted irritably.
