"Die—!!!"
Zi Juan's feet left the saddle as she gripped the end of her spear with both hands and thrust it toward He Zhu.
He Zhu had failed to leave alongside Qin Jia and was still entangled with Zi Juan on the battlefield. By now, he was covered in wounds.
He had been outmatched. His defeat and death were only natural.
This was a battlefield, not some children's game.
Pssh—
The spear punched into his chest. Zi Juan kicked again, sending the already lifeless He Zhu off his horse and pinning him directly to the ground with the spear.
Pssh—
As she pulled out the spear, blood splashed across Zi Juan's face, making her look especially cold and ruthless.
Silently wiping the blood from her face, Zi Juan turned away. She seized the reins of her fine horse and mounted it, leaving He Zhu's corpse behind as she headed toward Xiang Yu.
"Big Brother, the last Fake Chu general unwilling to surrender is dead," Zi Juan reported with a clasped fist.
"Mm. Most of the remaining men have already surrendered. Fourth Sister, we won this battle." A faint smile appeared at the corner of Xiang Yu's mouth. He was clearly in quite a good mood.
Zi Juan did not reply, only nodding as she looked out over the battlefield.
Corpses covered the ground.
Some belonged to Qin Jia's army, while others belonged to Xiang Yu's. Overall, though, there were more dead soldiers from Qin Jia's side.
"How many died?" Zi Juan's gaze dimmed slightly as she asked.
Xiang Yu glanced at the downcast Zi Juan and answered calmly, "We lost sixteen hundred. We killed four thousand enemies."
"So many died..." Zi Juan sighed. "The survivors should all be under control by now, right?"
Xiang Yu nodded. "Once we catch our