This battle, upon which the fate of Wei hinged, had already begun to show signs of defeat. Their supply lines had been cut. The Wei army was already beaten. Since the vast majority of their provisions were stored in Shangwei City, their lifeline was severed the moment it was captured.
Wei… The national fortune… "I… I have been defeated!"
Unwillingness and bitterness surged in Wei Wuji's eyes. He had been defeated.
At that moment, from the direction of the distant Wei army camp, a succession of hoofbeats thundered closer, as if thousands of warhorses were stampeding toward them.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
"Your Majesty!" a scout from the rear guard reported with alarm, having galloped back in haste. "The Qin Army is attacking! They are less than two miles from our rear!"
Hearing this, Wei Wuji's footing faltered.
"Your Majesty!" several Wei generals cried, rushing to support him.
