Looking at the common people kneeling on both sides of the official road, Zhao Feng quickly spoke to advise them.
This era's winter is very cold, enough to freeze people to death.
And there are no cotton clothes; warmth depends solely on bonfires and charcoal.
"General Zhao."
"We have come out specifically to thank you for leading the army and avenging us."
"We have heard of your exploits in the foreign tribes' territory."
"You led the army to slaughter hundreds of thousands of foreign scum and destroyed the Barbarian Royal Court, avenging the people of the Northern Frontier."
"My son and daughter-in-law both died at the hands of the foreign tribes, leaving only this old man and a grandson."
"General has avenged such blood debts for this old man, endlessly grateful."
An elder nearing seventy years old, leading his grandson forward, said tearfully.
"As soldiers of the Qin Army, and also of the Huaxia Army."
"To slay invaders and vanquish enemies is our duty."
