"How could I not come to offer my congratulations?" Yang Duanhe said with a smile.
"On this campaign, General Yang has accomplished no small feats himself," Zhao Feng replied, smiling.
"Ah."
Yang Duanhe waved his hand, then said solemnly, "Compared to General Zhao's achievements, mine amount to nothing but a joke."
"The troops under General Zhao's command were far weaker than the elite soldiers beneath me, yet General Zhao managed, with those forces, to crush Wei Wuji. Now, with some tens of thousands, he has breached Lincheng and opened the route into Zhao."
These words were not exaggeration, but fact.
Zhao Feng's battle merits alone far surpass those of any main general in Qin.
By virtue of such feats.
He has earned the qualifications to become Shangjiangjun.
"How went your assault today, General Yang?" Zhao Feng asked, smiling.
