Zhao Kuo's orders were basically declaring the death of Wang Ling camp.
When the generals received the order, their faces were ashen white. They foresaw the ending that awaited them. However, they didn't hate Zhao Kuo, but the guile of the Qin army.
"Brothers, fight to the death!" The guts of the Zhao army were never worse off than that of the Qin army.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The scene from where Wang Ling's remaining forces jumped out of the moat and fought to their deaths were played once again. The same place, the same situation, the only difference was that this time it was the Zhao army.
Fate. Sometimes it was just so coincidental and so cruel.
The courage of the Zhao army was turned against them by Meng Ao. His calm eyes suddenly wavered and facing such an opponent, what he could do was to try his best and send them on their way.
