If this had been in the past, the old man would have drawn his blade and cut down this boastful youngster on the spot.
But now, nothing mattered anymore.
Thus, amid the rumbling war drums atop the walls, the old man threw back his head and laughed heartily. His white hair flew in the wind, and the wisdom in his eyes was unfathomably deep.
"My worthy nephew, I don't know what you're relying on, but if you truly intend to charge into the enemy formation, I suggest you attack the demon soldiers' right wing. Yes, that direction. Don't worry about the demon soldiers unleashing a volley of arrows. As long as you can throw their right wing into disarray, I can guarantee that none of us will die. Charge ahead as you please. Leave the rest to me."
Zhang Yang nodded heavily. That was true. The old man was a famous general of his age. If, at a time like this, he still couldn't see the signs, then he truly would have lived all these years in vain.
At once, the ten strongest Qiao Family Disciples, those with the finest battle skills, swiftly exchanged their weapons for great shields. Before the drums atop the walls had finished sounding, they charged out under Zhang Yang's command.
Fifty meters behind them were the twenty-eight Qiao Family Disciples and veteran guards led by the old man. Another fifty meters behind them came the women, children, and five carts.
That was right. The entire Death Warrior Camp, counting Zhang Yang, all the disabled, and the old man, had only forty people capable of fighting. The rest were either old women or women and children.
This was an alternative form of exterminating an entire household, except that they had been given a chance to die