"On the day of the kingdom's downfall, you won't have the face to see your father again."
But Zhao Yan acted as if he hadn't heard at all.
「Quyang City!」
The Qin Army launched a ferocious attack.
Lian Po, fully clad in armor, sat at the city center, directing operations.
"Senior General."
"The Qin Army's offensive is fierce."
"The number of soldiers in Quyang City has dropped below 50,000. Judging by the ferocity of the Qin Army's offensive, even if we fight to the last man, we can hold out for half a month at most," the Deputy General said to Lian Po.
"Lower Quyang has fallen, and the army has collapsed."
"Consider this half-month the last chance I, Lian Po, can buy for the state of Zhao."
"If the Great King understands my intentions, he can issue a decree to withdraw the troops from Yan."
"Once these 300,000 troops return, our state of Zhao will be saved from destruction," Lian Po said with a faint smile.
