"Lay down your weapons and be spared..."
The surrounding Daqin Elite Soldiers also roared madly.
The Zhao soldiers all instinctively looked toward Zhao Feng on the chariot, seeing the head of Pang Xuan held high. At that moment, their morale plummeted completely.
"Mercy!"
"I surrender!"
"Mercy!"
"Run, flee now!"
"The Senior General is dead! We're defeated!"
"Quick..."
At this moment, the Zhao Jun devolved into two states. Some immediately threw down their weapons and knelt in surrender, while others turned and fled. Even though many Zhao generals desperately tried to maintain order, they could do nothing to change the reality of this overwhelming defeat.
Zhao Feng hung Pang Xuan's head from his waist, leaped down from the chariot, and gazed at the fleeing Zhao Jun in the direction of the Zhao Royal Palace.
