Ding Ling charged ahead, cleaving through the enemy.
He was like a swift ship splitting through massive waves, unstoppable!
Zhao Yun followed behind, clearing away some of the obstacles for Ding Ling and perfectly serving as his strongest support, leaving Ding Ling without a single worry behind him.
The two worked together flawlessly.
Relying on the strength of just the two of them, they killed or wounded several hundred bandits.
The bandits were terrified and fled in panic.
Several bandit generals clad in General's Armor were struck by Ding Ling while he rode the momentum, his attacks piercing their shoulder blades and other vital points before knocking them to the ground. He ordered his men to bind them.
As for the bandit leader, he tried to slip away, but Zhao Yun's faster horse caught up with him and knocked him to the ground with a direct thrust.
If Ding Ling had not wanted to take prisoners alive,
not a single one of these bandit generals would have survived.
"Yield and you will not be killed!"
Ding Ling shouted.
The bandits, who had been driven into a sorry flight by Ding Ling's forces, dropped to their knees one after another and begged for mercy.
At Zhao Feng and the others' urging,
they threw down their weapons and removed their armor.
One by one, they hung their heads in defeat, completely stripped of the ferocity they had shown earlier.
As for the bandits who had fled long ago and were nowhere to be seen, Ding Ling could not be bothered to send anyone after them.
He merely ordered his men to reorganize this group of bandits.
Afterward,
Ding Ling walked over to the bandit leader.
Seeing the look of fear on his face, Ding Ling smiled faintly.
"What is your name?"
"Li