Polu City.
A great victory—their morale soared!
The Northern Barbarian army had fled in such a hurry that they had not had time to pack up any of the supplies in their camp. Those supplies thus became the spoils of Polu City.
After being cooped up miserably inside the city for so many days, the soldiers had finally opened the gates and gone out for the first time, only to pick up spoils of war.
This left the soldiers both excited and somewhat regretful.
If only we could have charged out with General of the Northern Expedition!
Polu City was as lively as though it were celebrating a festival, and news of the battle quickly spread.
Inside a room, Qin Shixian gazed at Li Fei with a complicated expression.
Since ancient times, the battlefield had never lacked one-man armies.
But those experts usually proved that they possessed such strength—and then died.
Very few ever managed to meet a good end.
The stronger and higher-ranking a person was, the more they cherished their life.
Qin Shixian had never expected that even after reaching this point, Li Fei would still dare to take such a risk.
The plan Li Fei had proposed was brutally simple:
He would go alone to the outskirts of five great cities in succession and slaughter the Northern Barbarian army!
If the Northern Barbarians did not send reinforcements, he would drive back all three hundred thousand Northern Barbarian troops, lift the siege of the five cities, and allow the Northern Border Army to dispatch more troops to hold the Northern Border's rear, Beichuan Province.
If the Northern Barbarians sent reinforcements, no matter how many came, Li Fei would kill that many, drawing in most of the Northern Barbarians' forces.
Either way, Beichuan Province's predicament would be resolved, and