Chapter 49: Zhao Feng Takes Action, Breaks the City, and Shocks the Entire Army!

Just as Zhao Feng had anticipated, if the city gates could not be breached, the Qin elite troops would remain unable to enter the city. This battle would inevitably descend into a stalemate.

The gates of the city seemed to have been sealed shut by the Han army inside. Even though cracks had already appeared under the constant battering of the battering ram, the gates remained exceptionally sturdy. Meanwhile, the Han soldiers focused their defenses on the city walls.

With over 80,000 Han troops stationed inside, no matter how deadly the Qin army's arrow volleys were, it was impossible to kill them all.

"Why haven't the gates been breached yet?"

Liu Wu stood in front of the city, using his shield to block the relentless rain of arrows while yelling at the troops attacking the gates.

"Sir," a commander of a hundred soldiers replied anxiously, "The gates have been fortified with molten iron, and it seems they have been reinforced from within. Despite over a hundred rounds of battering, we still haven't broken through!"

"Damn it!"

Liu Wu glared at the still-unbroken gates, then looked behind him at Zhao Feng and his detachment gradually approaching.

"This opportunity to serve as the vanguard was given to me by General Chen. I cannot let him down!"

Gritting his teeth, Liu Wu looked up at the walls of Han's capital city.

He raised his sword and roared, "Brothers! As vanguard troops, we will not retreat until the gates are broken! If we can't breach the gates, then we shall scale the walls with me!"

With that, Liu Wu climbed onto one of the siege towers and joined the soldiers already assaulting the walls in close combat with the Han defenders.

Blood spilled in the relentless melee, and Liu Wu's detachment suffered heavy casualties. Without breaking through the gates, they were bound to be annihilated.

Watching the distance between himself and the city gates shrink, Zhao Feng drew his Longquan Sword and shouted, "Where are the elite troops of the First Detachment?"

"Present! Present! Present!"

Behind him, 5,000 elite soldiers responded in unison, their morale surging.

"Listen carefully, troops! Should I fall in battle, Zhang Han will take over command of the detachment. If Zhang Han falls, Wei Quan will assume command."

"We will not retreat until the gates of Han's capital are broken!"

"Follow me to the gates and fight!"

Zhao Feng's roar resounded like thunder, and he charged towards the gates.

"Understood!"

The officers and soldiers responded in unison, their voices brimming with resolve.

Compared to Liu Wu's second detachment, whose morale was starting to waver, Zhao Feng's first detachment exuded an unmatched fighting spirit.

In the rear ranks, General Li Teng stood atop a chariot, observing the battle unfold.

"Relay my orders: All units, except the rear guard, are to advance and join the attack. We will break Han's capital in one decisive battle," Li Teng commanded solemnly.

The fall of Han's capital was imperative. It was the key to Qin's eastern expansion and ultimately the unification of the realm.

No matter the cost, it was a battle that had to be won.

Inside the city, Commander Cao Yi shouted, "For every fallen soldier, a replacement must take their place. Under no circumstances can we allow the Qin troops any opportunity!"

The Qin forces that had scaled the walls attacked ferociously, but the Han defenders held their ground with equal determination.

At this moment, Zhao Feng, shield in hand, evaded the dense rain of arrows and approached the blood-soaked gates.

"Zhao Feng!"

From atop a siege tower, Liu Wu yelled, "The gates have been sealed by the Han army. It's impossible to breach them. Join me in scaling the walls to take the city!"

Zhao Feng ignored him.

"Commander," Zhang Han called out, "Shall we use the battering ram again?"

"Battering it won't work," Zhao Feng replied. "Follow me closely."

With that, Zhao Feng surged forward, gripping the Longquan Sword tightly in his hand.

His incredible strength over a thousand catties of raw power flowed through his body. The Longquan Sword quivered under his grip.

"Whether we break through the city depends on you, Longquan!" Zhao Feng thought.

With a powerful slash, the sword struck the gates.

Crack!

A sharp metallic screech echoed as sparks flew.

The blade left a massive gash on the reinforced gates, cutting deep through the iron plating.

Through the crack, the shocked faces of Han soldiers inside the city became visible.

Before they could recover from their astonishment, Zhao Feng struck again.

Each slash was lightning-fast, and within moments, the gates were riddled with fractures.

Inside the city, panic erupted.

"The gates… The gates are about to fall!"

"Quick! Report to the commander!"

But Zhao Feng gave them no time to react.

Stepping forward with his shield, he launched himself at the gates and slammed into them with all his might.

Boom!

With a thunderous crash, the gates that had withstood countless assaults collapsed into a heap of iron shards.

Staring at the broken gates, the Han soldiers inside were paralyzed with fear and disbelief.

"This… Is he even human?"

"How could he single-handedly break through the gates?"

Even Liu Wu, atop the siege tower, was struck dumb with shock. His gaze towards Zhao Feng was filled with awe, as if he were looking at a deity of war.

The Qin soldiers behind Zhao Feng, including Zhang Han, Wei Quan, and others, were equally stunned, their faces a mix of disbelief and admiration.

"Commander, is he still human?"

The shockwaves rippled through both sides of the battlefield.

The Han defenders were terrified by the sight of the seemingly invincible Zhao Feng.

The Qin forces, on the other hand, were galvanized by his feat.

"Elite troops of the First Detachment, listen up!" Zhao Feng bellowed, his voice reverberating across the battlefield.

"Follow me into the city and fight!"

With that, he charged into the city, cutting down any Han soldier who stood in his way.

"Commander's might!"

"Follow the commander! Kill them all!"

"Commander's might!"

The soldiers roared in unison, their spirits soaring. They surged forward, following Zhao Feng's lead into the city.

Wielding his shield and the Longquan Sword, Zhao Feng carved through the Han forces like a tempest.

Blood sprayed in his wake, and Han soldiers fell like autumn leaves.

A system prompt appeared before his eyes:

"Killed a Han soldier. Gained 5 points of strength."

"Killed a Han soldier. Gained 5 points of speed."

"Killed a Han soldier…"

Glancing at the endless sea of Han soldiers ahead, Zhao Feng's eyes gleamed with determination.

Though the situation seemed perilous, to him, it was an unprecedented opportunity one that could propel his strength to unimaginable heights.