Bai Hao lay on the ground, panting heavily, his body utterly exhausted. By then, the battle was over. Bai Hao's army had been wiped out, while Li Lin had fewer than three hundred soldiers left.
Clutching his stomach through the stabbing pain, Li Lin slowly walked over to Bai Hao. Looking down at him, he said smugly, “Well? In the end, I won this war, didn't I? You didn't lose because your troops weren't strong enough. You lost because your leaders were incompetent. All they knew how to do was throw away lives against the city walls, without any idea how to use tactics flexibly. If you'd surrounded Wenfeng Town and kept harassing it, you would have had a much better chance than you did attacking head-on. Now you've been utterly defeated. Tell me, are you still willing to give your life for people like that?”
Li Lin's words were full of scorn and contempt. He believed Bai Hao had lost entirely because Bai Feng had commanded the army poorly. But Bai Hao could not refute him. He simply closed his eyes in silence, overwhelmed by helplessness and regret.
Seeing Bai Hao's reaction, Li Lin knew he would never surrender. With a helpless wave of his hand, he said, “Kill him. Let him die with some dignity. If the enemy attacks again tomorrow, we'll have no choice but to abandon Wenfeng Town and look for another chance to counterattack later.” Li Lin sighed, then added, “The enemy's madness has truly exceeded anything I could have imagined!”
Why, everyone has opinions on such a good book, no matter what the author is, Li Lin also killed the enemy with a knife.