"After this battle, we should be able to return to Xianyang."
"This battle will thoroughly cripple these foreign tribes." Zhao Feng sneered.
Then he ordered: "Close the city gates and quietly await the foreign tribes."
"In this battle,"
"Our army will primarily focus on defense, shifting between attack and defense."
We have destroyed so many Donghu tribes, ruined so much of their provisions.
This Donghu army has truly come, but their food won't sustain them for long.
Only when their food runs out, they will be forced to retreat.
Therefore, Zhao Feng is not afraid of them at all.
"Brothers,"
"I didn't expect that after leaving the Northern Frontier, these damn foreign tribes would dare to follow us."
"Just you wait,"
"Your general will send more foreign scum to keep you company." Zhao Feng said to the spread of graves.
Then.
He resolutely turned around.
After a short while.
On top of the city wall!
