At dawn, the army set out, marching alongside the prisoners. By evening, they would reach Pengcheng.
Because Jiang Chun had personally captured Qin Jia, he had now secured at least the position of brigade commander under Xiang Liang. Becoming a division commander was not out of the question either.
Xiang Yu and Xiang An would certainly be promoted, but more importantly, they had earned fame.
In the Battle of Pengcheng, Xiang Yu's seven thousand men had faced twelve thousand head-on, while Xiang An had used a clever stratagem to hold twenty thousand with five thousand troops. This battle had thoroughly established the two brothers' reputations across the realm.
Everyone had witnessed Qin Jia's rapid rise. Counting his main force, scattered local garrisons, and other unaffiliated personnel, he likely had more than fifty thousand soldiers in total. Yet this ferocious, savage tiger had been beheaded and gutted by two fierce men who had seemingly appeared from nowhere before it had even fully awakened, losing even its home in the process.
This forced everyone involved to reassess Xiang Liang's true strength and judge both his determination and his chances in the struggle for the realm.
"Interesting. Ignoring an overwhelming disparity in troop numbers, taking the first step by exploiting an intelligence gap, and achieving victory on both flanks at once..." Zhang Han's expression grew somewhat more solemn as he looked at the two intelligence reports laid before him.
"Qin Jia was a brave but foolish man to begin with. Great General, hadn't you already anticipated that he would lose?" Jin Qixiu stood slightly behind Zhang Han, a faint smile on his face.
"This is different from what I expected. Qin Jia was indeed bound to lose, but... I never expected him to lose so quickly, or so completely." Zhang Han shook his