The Zhao Jun were prepared for a gate breach and had their defenses ready. Waves of Qin Army soldiers were cut down by a hail of arrows, and a large pile of corpses quickly accumulated before the city walls.
Seeing the immense casualties, the well-prepared Zhao Jun defense line, and their layered reinforcements, Zhao Feng's heart grew heavy, even though he had anticipated it.
After cutting down several Zhao Jun soldiers, Zhao Feng saw the archers frantically firing from the rear. He knew he had to plunge into the Zhao Jun ranks to crush them. "Follow me and charge!" he roared, raising his sword. "Smash through the Zhao Jun formation!"
With that, he began his assault anew.
"We swear to follow the General to the death!"
"Kill!"
