And this was exactly what Zhao Feng wanted.
These routed troops are about sixty or seventy thousand strong. As they charge towards the city from all directions, our pursuing army will surely throw Wu'an City into utter chaos. No matter how well Pang Xuan has arranged his defenses, he will ultimately be overwhelmed by these routed soldiers.
Zhao Feng smiled inwardly.
Then, with a wave of his hand, he commanded, "Daqin Elite Soldiers, heed my order! All forces, pursue and kill!"
"Wind! Wind! Wind!"
"We swear to follow the General to the death! Kill!"
Countless Sharp Warriors responded with a roar.
With Zhao Cong's death, the West City of Wu'an had fallen entirely. As Zhao Feng led the Qin Army's charge toward the inner city, the fall of Wu'an City became a foregone conclusion.
Meanwhile, at the East and South Gates.
"Report, General!"
"The West Gate has fallen! General Zhao Cong has been killed in battle!"
