Presumably, this rabble had been rallied by him. Their spirit was admirable, even somewhat awe-inspiring, but their combat effectiveness, alas, was practically nonexistent.
Zheng Fan merely glanced at the old man; in the next moment, the old man was nowhere to be seen. He had probably fallen off his donkey or been cut down by a Yan Army soldier.
In any case, amid such a devastating rout, the odds of the old man surviving were slim to none.
This was a battlefield, offering no room for respecting the old or cherishing the young. Any sentiments for enemy heroes were a luxury to be indulged in only after the fighting was done and the field was being cleared.
The enemy had arrived quickly and collapsed just as fast. However, Liang Cheng did not order a relentless pursuit. Instead, he decisively ordered his troops to regroup. As the vanguard, their utmost priority was to secure the river crossing. Any accidental losses due to overzealous advancement would simply not be worth it.
