The assault continues.
Zhao Fengâs three main generals lead their troops in attack and slaughter.
Cavalry on both wings launch surprise raids, flanking and striking at the Chu Armyâs sides.
Once battle begins, this is nothing but a crushing war!
Though the Chu Army has numbers, under the fierce attack from the Wuâan Military Camp, their formation collapses, losses mount.
Countless Chu soldiers are slaughtered, morale shattered, forced into retreat.
"Donât panic."
"Anyone who retreats, kill."
"Supervisory Army, go!"
"Bastard!"
"How can the Supervisory Army retreat?"
"Anyone who retreats, kill!"
In the rear, Qu Zhang witnesses the armyâs rout, his face filled with terror and fury.
Orders for battle supervision fly from his lips, but they achieve almost nothing.
Once morale collapses, without a general who can turn the tide, thereâs simply no hope for recovery.
"How could this happen?"
"How could my Great Chu soldiers be so easily beaten?"
Seeing a situation beyond salvation, terror flickers across Qu Zhangâs face.
This is nothing like the battle he had imagined.
"Qu Zhang."
"Why did the Court send you to command?"
"You donât even know the strength of the Qin Army."
"You have no idea how terrifying Zhao Feng is, nor the military power of his Wuâan Camp."
"Itâs over."
"Great Chu is finished, destroyed by you."
"If youâd listened to us from the start, defended the city, it wouldnât be such a disaster."
"Itâs all your fault."
"Youâre the sinner of Great Chu."
The deputy general at Qu Zhangâs side points at him in rage, swearing.
All the surrounding generals glare furiously at Qu Zhang.
In the midst of this shouting and cursing,
Shame floods Qu Zhangâs face; he wants to retort but has no words, not even sure how to respond.
"Withdraw."
"Withdraw to the city, preserve our strength."
Qu Zhangâs voice trembles.
"Too late."
"Everything is too late."
"My hundreds of thousands have been routed by the Qin Army, morale broken."
"Even if we retreat, the Qin Army will chase us down."
"How can the city gates accommodate hundreds of thousands of troops?"
"You lack command ability, why bring disaster here?"
All the Chu generals sink into despair.
Head-on confrontation.
They didnât even know the Qin Armyâs real strength, yet blindly charged.
Brought destruction upon themselves.
In the past, Zhao Kuo possessed real talent; Qu Zhang is pure useless trash.
"Spare me, I surrender!"
"Donât kill me."
"Spare me, please!"
"Ah..."
"I surrender..."
On the battlefield,
The Wuâan Campâs Elite Soldiers have completed the encirclement, frantically killing the Chu Army.
Countless screams echo.
Voices begging for mercy and surrender ripple nonstop.
This slaughter owes everything to Qu Zhangâhad he not insisted on arraying the troops outside the city, trapping them with no retreat, Wuâan Campâs Elite Soldiers couldnât have crushed the Chu Army so fast, for the Chu Army has nowhere to run, their formation utterly broken.
Battle rages on!
Two hours!
Four hours.
Zhao Feng leads his trusted aides in a charge, carving a path to the Chu Armyâs rear ranks.
When Qu Zhang sees Zhao Feng rampaging toward him,
His face is nothing but terror.
"Retreat, retreat now!"
Qu Zhang screams in panic.
His former high spirits are now pure fear.
He flees, spurring his horse in wild escape.
"Useless drunkard."
Seeing this,
The Chu State soldiers around him sigh deep in their hearts.
Zhao Feng raises his hand, and an arrow appears.
He throws it with force.
Whoosh.
The arrow whistles through the air.
Splurt.
It pierces straight through the fleeing Qu Zhangâs body.
"Killed Chuâs main general, picked up 50 All Attribute points." The panel says.
"Such garbage, the main general."
"Chuâs downfall is truly deserved."
Zhao Feng sneers coldly, then surveys the remaining Chu generals in the rear rank.
"Surrender or die."
Zhao Fengâs bloodstained Tyrant Spear swings, his voice chilling and harsh.
"Surrender and you shall live."
All the Personal Guard Army shout loudly.
"Weâve lost."
"Victory is impossible."
"Better surrender."
The Chu generals exchange glances, despair filling their eyes.
If Qu Zhang hadnât arrogantly left the city to fight, but had defended it, thirty thousand troops could have held out at least half a month.
But he carelessly destroyed what little fortune remained for Chu.
At the call,
One after another, Chu generals step off their horses or war chariots.
"We surrender."
Each Chu general kneels down, whispering in despair.
"Chu soldiers, hear me."
"I, Zhao Feng."
"Your main general has been slain by me."
"Resisting further is seeking death."
"Lay down your weapons and surrender, and you will live."
Zhao Feng brandishes his long spear, enhanced by True Yuan, his shout powerful.
His voice rolls like thunder, echoing quickly across the field.
"A decree from Your Majesty."
"Chu soldiers who lay down their arms and surrender shall live."
"Any who resist, kill them all."
...
Elite soldiers of Daqin roar from all directions.
Under this threat,
Surrounded by Qin Army on all sides,
The Chu soldiers inside the encirclement hear the path to survival, lay down their weapons, kneeling to surrender.
This battle!
The Qin Army slaughters countless enemies, captures countless prisoners.
This battle!
It annihilates the last forces the Chu Stateâs three families and court could muster.
The Chu Stateâs destruction is now inevitable.
"Tu Sui, gather the surrendered troops."
"Li You, treat the wounded."
"Zhang Han, seize Qu City, sweep the battlefield, kill all escaped surrendered troops."
Seeing all the surrendered soldiers kneeling on the battlefield, Zhao Feng commands in a mighty voice.
"We obey!"
The three generals reply instantly.
The army marches on, pressing toward Qu City.
Inside the city,
Zhao Feng sits atop the city tower.
"Settle All Attribute point pickups." Zhao Feng orders.
This summary isnât just for today, itâs for nearly four months of killing and pickups.
"Hostâs regiment killed 137,482 enemies, picked up 54,992 Attribute Points."