Moonlight flowed like water, and the bitter wind howled.
Above Fang City on Xing Mountain, corpses lay strewn everywhere, and the stench of blood filled the air.
Zhao Cheng led more than six thousand cavalrymen, charging back and forth across Fang City. They had not met a single foe who could withstand even one exchange. After only a few passes, not an enemy remained standing atop the city walls.
Smoke billowed from the beacon tower, but Zhao Cheng let it burn.
He continued to verify their military merit and led the soldiers in a hearty meal.
Holding his Great Halberd pointed down, he stood atop Fang City's beacon tower and gazed into the distance. Han Capital lay within sight.
This Fang City beneath his feet was already the last line of defense before Han Capital.
The ruler of the Han State was right there in the royal capital.
Standing here, Zhao Cheng might as well have been holding a halberd at the king's bedside.
The merit of bringing down a state was within his grasp.
"You said you would take Han Capital in ten days. Now you've charged all the way here in just seven. I never thought it would happen so quickly."
Meng Tian stood beside him, gazing toward Han Capital as if in a dream, his heart stirred by wave after wave of emotion.
"We still have plenty of time. We've been charging day and night, and even the elite troops of the Assault Cavalry Battalion are tired. Why not rest for the night and replenish our strength before storming Han Capital tomorrow?"
Zhao Cheng glanced back at the soldiers. Their faces were alight with excitement, though they looked rather haggard.
He nodded. "Then we'll rest for the night. There's no need to rush."
The soldiers took turns