Stomp, crush, slash, slaughter…as they swept through the Zhao cities, the Qin soldiers redefined these words at every turn, ripping through lives like the embodiments of death.
Death—yes! Qin was death, a whirlpool of death closing in on the Zhao state!
For tens of thousands of years, Zhao had dominated the northern plains, relying on its legendary winged cavalry to deter all enemies. But following Huan Zhong's treacherous plots, Zhao's Winged Cavalry perished in civil war, destroyed to the last man. This event was the powder keg that turned the Qin-Zhao enmity into a storm of resentment. From there, the rest followed.
And as the previous ruler of Zhao prophesized on his deathbed, Qin had arrived, bringing the full might of its military to avenge the torture suffered by Qin folks on Zhao soil. The vendetta had started, with the heads of Zhao men and women rolling left and right as the mauled corpses of entire families piled up in blood rivers.
