"You're right," Ying Zheng's voice turned domineering and cold. "How dare they try to snatch meat from Qin's mouth? We'll make them spit it out the same way they snatched it. The state of Yan... is far too audacious."
Clearly, Yan's actions had truly enraged him. It was as if countless Daqin Elite Soldiers had paid with their lives to breach the Zhao Capital, only for Yan to swoop in and steal the fruits of Qin's victory—snatching the very meat from their mouths. It wasn't just Ying Zheng who couldn't tolerate this; no Daqin Elite Soldier could.
"I will request permission from the Senior General to engage the Yan Army," Zhao Feng immediately volunteered.
"He will grant it," Ying Zheng said with a slight smile. "However, dealing with Yan is not urgent. For now, we should focus on capturing the remaining cities in the Zhao Territory. The Senior General will make the arrangements."
"Great King..." Zhao Feng began, looking at Ying Zheng with some hesitation.
