Western Chu won the Battle of the Zhang River. Following its great victory at Julu, this was the Western Chu army's second major representative triumph.
Qin's grand general Jin Qixiu died on the spot. Having lost two grand generals in succession, the Qin army's will to fight completely collapsed. Tens of thousands escaped, while all the rest were taken captive by the Chu army.
"Have the prisoner numbers been counted?" Xiang Yu looked toward Xiang Bo. He had chosen to leave such matters to his third uncle.
"The exact number hasn't been tallied yet, but a rough estimate puts it at around a hundred and ten thousand." Xiang Bo patted the bamboo slip recording the information with the back of his hand, his brows tightly furrowed. "We don't have enough food."
"Then buy more. Didn't King Huai's funds come through?"
Xiang Bo nearly choked to death from holding back his breath.
"...Buy it!" After a long silence, Xiang Bo finally ground out through clenched teeth.
Xiang Lu patted Xiang Bo on the back beside him in consolation, though it seemed to have no effect whatsoever.
"Wang Li's army is still in the north. What should we do?" Zi Juan sat below Xiang Yu and glanced at him with a frown.
Even though Wang Li's army had made no major moves thus far, it remained undeniably a huge threat.
There were no certainties on the battlefield. Even the strongest army could be defeated, and even the weakest army... well, weak was weak.
But precisely because of that, the strong should remain cautious. Xiang Yu's decision to lead his army in a desperate battle against Zhang Han at Julu was still heavily criticized in private.
"Fight." Xiang Yu leaned forward, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
Zi Juan turned to look