The waters of the Zhang River flowed without cease, like the years, forever surging onward. The blood had been washed clean from the river, and the heaps of corpses that had dammed the great river had vanished, as though nothing had happened. But the Feudal Lords would not forget, nor would history forget the earthshaking battle fought here.
Luo Ling and Xiang Yu stood on the bank with their hands behind their backs. Xiang Yu smiled. "Duke of Luo, I am going to become Sovereign of All Under Heaven. Once we fight our way into Guanzhong and destroy the Qin Court, I will restore your state at Zhao City. Some of the Luo People scattered throughout All Xia can move back as well."
Luo Ling shook his head. "There is no need. The Sage King said Luo State should not exist, and restoring it now is beyond human power."
Naturally, Xiang Yu did not understand. In truth, Luo Ling himself had doubts, but he already stood at the pinnacle of wisdom. No one in this world could surpass him, so he did not ask.
When Xiang Yu heard that Luo Ling had no intention of restoring his state, a gleam flashed through his eyes, and a trace of delight crept unbidden into his voice. "Duke of Luo, that wretch Zhang Han fled alone from this battle. Even if he gathers the routed Qin soldiers, there cannot be many left. After this battle, how much longer do you think Tyrannical Qin can hold on?"
Under Luo Ling's arrangements, Xiang Yu's great victory had yielded astonishing results. Though the Feudal Lords' armies could not defeat Zhang Han, they could still handle routed Qin soldiers.
Xiang Yu excelled most at battles that routed the enemy, but with Luo Ling's arrangements and the Feudal