On the Zhao state battlefield, Quyang City had become a scene of scorched earth and the flames of war. Countless arrows had rained down within its walls, and an unknown number of rolling stones had been hurled from its battlements. But under Lian Po's defense, Quyang City had withstood days of relentless attacks from the main army personally led by Wang Jian, showing no signs of being breached.
Atop the city walls, Lian Po, clad in Battle Armor, quietly watched the retreating Qin Army.
"Which assault was this?" Lian Po asked calmly.
"Reporting to the Senior General, this was the tenth assault," his Deputy General replied respectfully. "But with each assault, Wang Jian has paid a minimal price. He simply exploits the Qin Army's advantage by bombarding our city with arrows. From the looks of it, he has no intention of forcing a breach."
