"Good!"
"My lord is mighty!"
"My lord is mighty!"
Looking at the warhorse's wretched state, Yang Mingzhi and the others all cried out in excitement.
Across from them, after another burst of chaos, followed by scolding and angry curses, that Jala Ejen mounted another warhorse.
Yang Zhengshan raised a hand and pressed it down, and the soldiers' shouts stopped.
Then he urged his horse forward and went to the riverbank.
With a sweep of the spear in hand, he pointed it straight at the Hu cavalry opposite.
"Come over here!"
"Hahaha~~"
He laughed wildly, so arrogant it made one's teeth itch, so cocky he was practically begging to be beaten.
This was humiliation, naked humiliation.
But in his heart, he was thinking, Get angry. Get furious. Hurry up and charge over here brainlessly for me. If you don't charge over, then you're all cowards.
That was right—he was playing psychological warfare.
In the situation in front of them, the longer this dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for them.
Because he did not understand the situation at the other Tun Fortresses, nor did he understand the situation inside Pass City, especially Linguan Fortress. One must know that Linguan Fortress was only ten li from Pass City; if a great army pressed down on the border, Linguan Fortress simply could not hold them off.
He did not have time to waste here with this group of people.
The Jala Ejen opposite was clearly not good-tempered; otherwise, he would not have been cursing and grumbling at his own subordinates just now.
Now, seeing Yang Zhengshan provoke and humiliate him like this, how could the fiery-tempered Jala Ejen endure it?
"Charge for me!"
Recklessly, he raised his long saber and pointed it at Yang Zhengshan.
The next moment, he took the