The wilderness wind was bitterly cold, and the cries of battle shook the heavens.
When several thousand elite soldiers of the Ghost Dance Legion, wielding long sabers and riding warhorses, tore open the Langxu Army's formation, and Princess Peacock of the Peacock Dynasty, Ying Qian Du, personally slew Langxu General Lin Tingfeng, the Ghost Dance Legion's fighting spirit reached its peak.
Ying Qian Du charged at the very front, swinging her sword to cut down the fleeing Langxu soldiers.
Several thousand Ghost Dance soldiers dressed in colorful robes and wearing colorful feathers in their hair followed close behind. With Her Highness the Princess as their arrowhead, they charged forward with ferocious speed.
Charge!
Charge!
Charge again!
In the world of the Ghost Dance Legion, there was no fear and no retreat.
There was no mercy, much less forgiveness.
Just now, those Langxu cavalrymen had pounced on them like a pack of red-eyed beasts, wanting to seize their princess for trade and humiliation, wanting to devour and slaughter them.
Now, they would show no mercy to the defeated and scattered Langxu soldiers either.
Besides, the Langxu Army's route of dispersal coincided with their route of retreat.
Only by hacking down the Langxu soldiers who stood in their path—men already so frightened that their souls had fled and their guts had shattered—could they clear enough space to charge farther into the north.
Otherwise, those fellows scattered across the wilderness, who could do nothing but flee and shriek at the tops of their voices, would become a tremendous nuisance.
Because behind the Ghost Dance Legion came a combined force of eighty thousand soldiers: twenty thousand from Tianhai City, thirty thousand from White Emperor City, and thirty thousand iron troops led by Feng City's Great General Lu Tiesheng. They were pursuing close behind, intent