The old man who should have been standing on the bronze chariot is no longer there.
Everyone knows in their hearts what he has gone to do;
Right now, the Chu people are holding on, waiting for Zhuguai to return after negotiations;
The Yan people are also forcing themselves to endure fatigue, waiting for orders from their lord.
After passing through the Yan Army soldiers, Shi Yuantang, alone, finally boarded Lord Zheng's command chariot.
Shi Yuantang saw Lord Zheng sitting in the command seat,
His golden armor was covered in bloodstains, his face flushed, showing no signs of fatigue after the battle, but rather an uncontrollable excitement.
A young man,
A young man indeed,
Full of vigor and spirit.
Shi Yuantang sighed, envying the young Lord Yan's energy, such a general might eventually fail, but before failure, who knows how many opponents will fall to his blade.
He himself might be one of them.
