Finally, inspired by Prime Minister Zhang Ping, many Han soldiers who had been unwilling to surrender chose to stay, forming a defensive line around him. Of the tens of thousands of Han soldiers remaining in the capital, barely five hundred were left.
When a nation is on the verge of collapse, not everyone remains loyal and righteous, Zhang Ping glanced around and sighed inwardly. But looking at the Han soldiers who stayed, he felt a sense of consolation. At least there are still these few hundred loyal men.
Time passed, and by dawn, the sun had quietly risen. The Han Capital had endured a day and night of fierce battle. Countless corpses lay strewn inside and outside the walls, and the entire city was shrouded in the stench of blood.
Here in the Inner City, where Zhang Ping stood, thousands of Qin soldiers had appeared. Every one of them was soaked in blood, a testament to the innumerable Han soldiers who had died at their hands.
