Gu Shenwei suddenly discovered that only most of the shaft remained in his hands. The spearhead had long since vanished, and black blood stained the butt. Even with a spear that had no tip, he had still killed many people.
He threw away the spear, drew the Five Peaks Saber, and suddenly grew alert. The horns and shouts behind him seemed to be growing fainter. When he turned his head, he saw only a tiny force of no more than three thousand men.
Long Fanyun was still there, holding the Red Crow Flag. His expression was so resolute that it seemed wooden, as though he had forgotten everything except gripping the flag and galloping forward.
Dust and wind filled the air, making enemy soldiers seem to be everywhere. The men ahead scattered to make way, while those behind shouted and pursued, firing as they came. The Dragon Army soldiers had become a line growing thinner and thinner, separating chaos from order.
He was leading his own soldiers into death.
Gu Shenwei remained calm. Instead of immediately changing direction, he continued charging and killing, slowly circling around while moving toward what he believed was the west.
A huge flag faintly appeared in the air ahead. It was taller and larger than the Red Crow Flag, billowing in the wind like a monstrous bird wrestling with a gale.
That was where Luoluo was.
Groups of soldiers charged out from beneath the flag. Their clothing and weapons were somewhat different from those of ordinary soldiers.
It was almost within arm's reach. Gu Shenwei's heart pounded again. He had no deep grudge against Luoluo, and even if he killed him, Gu Shenwei might not be the greatest beneficiary. Yet he seemed bewitched, determined to charge before Luoluo and Zhang Ji and show them the