「On a road to Handan!」
Bodies were scattered everywhere. Zhao Feng sat amidst the battlefield strewn with corpses, eating dry rations with one hand and holding a waterskin with the other.
Zhao Feng was a rare sort, able to eat heartily on such a bloody battlefield. Many of his soldiers were the same. Apart from a few still clearing the battlefield and finishing off the wounded Zhao soldiers on the ground, most of the Sharp Warriors were also eating dry rations and drinking from their waterskins.
Back when they attacked Wu'an City, Zhao Feng had ordered the main camp's Firescout Army to prepare at least six days' worth of dry rations for every soldier. So, after the city fell, while the other two main camps were still securing Wu'an City and clearing the battlefield, Zhao Feng immediately led his troops in pursuit.
