A single cry rang out: "Charge! Annihilate Zhao!"
Before Dai City, two hundred thousand Daqin Elite Soldiers stirred, awakening like a monstrous beast of slaughter. Countless volleys of arrows and stones formed a wave of pure destruction that rained down upon Dai City.
As this deadly barrage fell, the Zhao Jun in Dai City suffered innumerable casualties. Zhao soldiers were everywhere, clutching their heads as they fled, their pained wails echoing through the streets.
The Qin Army advanced under a baptism of arrows. This final, crucial battle to annihilate Zhao began just like all the others. Wang Jian, in his command, would never sacrifice his men to impatience.
After the Qin Army had relentlessly bombarded Dai City with arrows and catapults for nearly an hour, Wang Jian bellowed, "Attack!"
Messengers scattered from around his war chariot.
"First Main Battle Camp, kill!" Yang Duanhe gave the order.
