"It's true."
"It really is General Zhao Feng."
"So young, with so many trusted aides by his side. It couldn't be anyone else."
Many People of Qin looked at Zhao Feng with admiration welling up in their eyes. In contrast, the citizens of other nations watched him with fear. Although Zhao Feng had not committed any massacres, his fierce reputation had spread far and wide, and he was even hailed as the "Invincible General."
"Yes." Zhao Feng nodded.
"Open the barricades. The general needs to enter the city and rest," Zhang Ming said solemnly.
"Understood."
The Prefecture Soldiers dared not disobey and immediately moved the barricades at the city gate to clear a path.
"Let's go."
Zhao Feng spurred his horse, moving slowly toward the city center where he naturally could not gallop. His trusted aides followed closely behind.
"Brother Wei, this is your hometown," Zhao Feng remarked after glancing around, a hint of surprise in his voice. "It's quite prosperous."
