On the other side, north of Handan City, they were now less than ten miles from the capital.
"General."
"We really can't go on. Can we rest for a while?"
"Yes, my lord. Even if you want to deal with us, please let us rest. We're about to collapse from exhaustion."
"Let us rest for a while..."
By now, it was already approaching midday. Zhao Feng had been leading them for nearly four hours.
When they first fled, they had been a desperate mob, each person wishing they had more legs. But now, they wished they could slow down, dragging things out as much as possible.
"My Lord."
"Most of these people are nobility, accustomed to a life of luxury and comfort. After walking for so long, I fear they are truly on the verge of death."
"This subordinate suggests we let them rest for an hour. We shouldn't actually work them to death. After all, they are all military achievements," Zhang Ming said with a chuckle.
