"This fire is truly magnificent."
"This fire has caused severe losses to the foreign tribes."
"Hahaha, indeed."
"This battle has burned the foreign tribes, leaving them in unspeakable distress."
...
The numerous commanding officers and Army Marquis spoke excitedly.
This battle.
For every soldier, it was a liberating kill.
In the conquest of Shenzhou.
One must always exercise restraint.
After all, the Qin Army has regulations; civilians can't be harmed.
But after attacking this foreign tribe, with Zhao Feng's command, there was no regard.
One word.
Kill!
The second word.
Burn!
This could be said to have fully unleashed the innate nature of battlefield slaughter.
From south to north, killing through the foreign tribe, each soldier's hands were soaked with countless foreign blood.
But there was a sense of vengeanceal satisfaction.
"Report the numbers from each Army Marquis Camp."
"Check if anyone was missed."
