The outcome of the Battle of Zhaobei spread like the wind throughout All Xia, accompanied by the fiercely burning flames.
All under heaven were shocked!
It had begun with Duke Wu of Luo's death and Bai Qi's march east, followed by Wang Jian sweeping through the Three States of Zhao, Wei, and Han.
When had Qin State ever suffered such a tremendous loss?
When had it ever experienced such a crushing defeat?
One Hundred Thousand Troops, fifty thousand elite soldiers, fought ten thousand men from Luo State—and were annihilated!
Even Bai Qi, the human butcher most adept at battles of annihilation in years past, had never achieved one with such a disparity in numbers.
Luo State's astonishing victory naturally stirred countless hearts.
"The Luo People are fierce and valiant!"
"Glorious Luo State!"
Throughout the world, so many people of benevolence and resolve who hoped to resist Qin State voiced their admiration.
"What a pity Luo State's territory is so small. If Luo State could pacify the world, I would willingly serve it as a feudal lord, pledging loyalty for all eternity. Even without the lofty rank of duke or marquis, a viscountcy or barony would suffice."
By this point, countless Old Nobles had begun to yearn for that bygone age when nobles treated one another with polished courtesy.
Massive unrest broke out in Zhao State, which Qin State had only just subdued. Many nobles hoped to take advantage of the weakness of Qin State's forces to restore their state.
A prince of Zhao State who had fled to Yan State established Dai State in northern Zhao and issued a call to all of Zhao State.
"Qin State is as savage as tigers and wolves. In the few short months since Zhao State fell, it has become a hell on earth.