He looked back and saw Ding Qiu and Song Dashan leading the cavalry in a charge toward him.
As a leader, he seemed somewhat unqualified—he had charged too fast and had already pulled away from the troops behind him.
"Stop!" Yang Zhengshan tightened the reins.
Red Cloud immediately came to a halt.
After Ding Qiu and Song Dashan caught up, the corners of Yang Zhengshan's mouth lifted slightly, and he shouted, "Keep up!"
Finished speaking, he tugged the reins, and Red Cloud galloped north.
Yang Zhengshan crouched low over the horse's back, his eyes fixed ahead. His spear pierced through the cold wind, and his beard pressed against his neck, making him feel a little uncomfortable.
But he had no time to care about that now. His target was right in front of him.
That Jala Ejen.
He did not know whether the Jala Ejen he had pierced last time had been real or fake, but this one was definitely real.
And at that moment, Bo'erha was completely stunned.
The other side actually dared to charge out?
And they even dared to lead cavalry into the battlefield.
How did they dare?
Bo'erha's head was full of questions. He had never imagined that Yang Zhengshan would dare leave the fort to fight.
Facing an enemy army several times his own, he still dared to come out. Was this not seeking death?
But the result?
This was not seeking death. This was trying to rout them!
"Master! Master, they're coming!"
Just as Bo'erha was dazed, Bato said with a face full of panic.
"Master, run!"
Bato was terrified.
"Run?" Bo'erha came back to himself, his face savage as he said, "Shut up. Prepare to meet the enemy!"
He was a third-rank noble of the Great Ling Dynasty. How could he flee before