With the aid of Feng Yin's medicinal pellets, the Qin Army's endurance in battle had already surpassed the normal limits of warfare; how else could they have sustained themselves until this moment without resorting to such extreme methods?
The remaining soldiers of the Qi army cried out in unison, "Brothers, wait for me a moment!"
One by one, they drew their swords and committed suicide.
Those on the ground who were unable to move screamed urgently, "Send me off first!"
Thud, thud, thud—steel blades fell one after another.
The last one, who only had one arm left, still lifted his sword, earnestly searching for his comrades. Whenever he found someone still breathing, he delivered a final blow and added one more sentence, "Wait for me!"
Then he proceeded to search for the next one!
If he occasionally encountered a member of the Qin Army who was still breathing, he acted as if he saw nothing and simply passed by.