Sortie!

Chen Yan's order left the twelve hundred elite cavalrymen in the main camp dumbfounded.

Dingyuan Pass was now surrounded by three hundred thousand barbarian soldiers, and the situation was perilous.

The Great Yan border army inside Dingyuan Pass had little hope of even holding the walls.

In circumstances like these, Colonel Chen had actually ordered them to leave the city and wipe out the enemy?

To these battle-hardened veterans, Chen Yan's actions were no different from leading his brothers to their deaths.

He wasn't just leading the Tiger Leopard Battalion's cavalry to their deaths; he might even make the defense of Dingyuan Pass more precarious.

While the Tiger Leopard Cavalry were still trying to process what had happened, Chen Yan had already spurred his horse toward the camp's exit.

The boy wasn't yet fifteen, and his iron-armored figure looked terribly slight from behind.

And yet this slight boy had recently faced sixteen enemies alone.

He had even taken the head of Saurur, chieftain of the Black Mountain Tribe, single-handedly.

He had long since established his authority in the hearts of the Tiger Leopard Battalion's soldiers.

A military order was as immovable as a mountain. Their commander had already moved.

The Tiger Leopard Battalion's cavalry had no reason not to follow.

At the front of the formation, a burly man gritted his teeth. Beneath his iron helmet, his dark face seemed to harden with resolve.

"Kill!"

Han Meng roared, then drove his heels into his horse's flanks and charged straight out.

"Kill!"

A deafening roar surged from the camp, followed by the pounding of hooves.

On the city wall.

The mass of barbarian soldiers drew closer. Dozens of ladders rose at once, hooks reaching toward the wall.

"Prepare the logs!"

The border army officer on the wall gave the order.