"Send someone over."
"State clearly that our tribe only wants fifty cities and population of the Northern Frontier of Yan. As for the south of Yan, our tribe can do without." The Commander of Ten Thousand said arrogantly.
"Yes."
A foreign Chiliarch immediately stepped forward from the crowd.
He rode his horse, trampling over the corpses of innocent civilians they had slaughtered, and charged towards the Qin Army.
Very soon.
This foreigner arrived in front of Zhang Ming.
"Are you the War General of the Qin Army?"
The foreign leader glanced Zhang Ming up and down, then asked with great arrogance.
Zhang Ming did not speak, but slowly raised the spear in his hand.
"By command of my king, the Northern Frontier of Yan now belongs to the Donghu State."
"The Qin Army must retreat immediately, or don't blame us for being impolite." The foreign leader said defiantly.
"Impolite to the Qin?" A cold glint flashed in Zhang Ming's eyes.
In the next moment.
