Xiang An did not know the Qin general's surname or given name. He only knew that the unlucky bastard had had his head smashed apart by a single blow of his heavy spear, and Torrent Gallop had even stomped on his chest. It was as though he had been struck by a massive hammer; his armor and ribs had caved in together, leaving an enormous dent.
Xiang An paid no attention to the Dantu commandant he had killed so easily. He did not even know the man had been a commandant. Leading the cavalry and chariots behind him, he charged straight into the enemy force defending the city.
The arrows shot from the city walls were swiftly avoided by Torrent Gallop. Even those it failed to evade were knocked aside by Xiang An's swinging heavy spear. Though it was hardly sensible for a commander to charge at the very front of his troops, Xiang An had no fear of such arrows.
The moment the two armies came into contact, the outcome was already more or less decided.
The morale of Dantu's defending army could not exactly be called high, but it was not poor either. However—
Perhaps encouraged by Xiang An's roar, the mere two thousand five hundred men under his command appeared to Dantu's defenders like ferocious beasts. On top of that, their commander had been smashed to death by Xiang An in less than a single exchange, his corpse utterly ruined and his death horrific. The defenders' morale was like a balloon touched by orange juice.
After putting up only a token resistance at first, Dantu's defenders surrendered openly once several hundred men had died.
Though it felt strangely fast, Xiang An seemed to understand that this battle was over.
"Commander Zi! Commander Wei!" He looked up at