"Just as expected, Xiang Yu has come." In Zhang Han's command tent outside Julu, he narrowed his eyes.
Zhang Han was not blind. Xiang Yu had made quite a stir along the way; a little inquiry was all it took to notice him.
Capturing Handan and forcing the Zhao army to retreat north—this was Zhang Han's method of accelerating the convergence of the two armies. Aside from preparing for the final assault on Zhao, it was also meant to guard against Xiang Yu to the south.
He never underestimated anyone.
That was why he had been able to win battle after battle.
When he had first left Hangu Pass with an army of one hundred thousand, even when facing Zhou Wen, who had only a little over ten thousand men left, he had still attacked with all his strength, launching frenzied assaults against Zhou Wen's army. Only after killing Zhou Wen's very last soldier had he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Even a lion used its full strength when hunting a rabbit. That was the creed Zhang Han followed in warfare.
Now, Zhang Han, Wang Li, and their four hundred thousand troops had surrounded Julu from two directions, while King Xie of Zhao and General Chen Yu were both trapped within the city.
Xiang Yu narrowed his eyes as he looked at the plea for aid Chen Yu had sent to the Chu army.
His gaze lowered to his chest.
His heart thundered like a war drum.
A smile touched his lips. Xiang Yu walked out of his tent and looked toward the distant river.
It was the Huan River.
"Zi Juan. Foster Father." He called out twice, and the two commanders stepped forward to stand beside him.
Xiang Yu turned to face them. "Pass down the order to