Yang Zhengshan, one man and one horse, swept past the northern side of the camp, while three hundred cavalry thundered over the southern side.
In just a moment, the Hu Cavalry that had still been assaulting the camp's defensive line fell into complete chaos.
Some were blown apart in sprays of flesh and blood, some panicked and tried to flee, and some, still unaware of what was happening, kept attacking with all their might.
But Zhayan, up on the slope, finally reacted.
"Quick, quick! Have them all retreat!"
Wooo, wooo, wooo—
The dull blare of a horn sounded.
When the Hu Cavalry besieging the camp heard it, they fled like beaten dogs.
But could they escape?
The camp was only so large. Circling it was no more than two li, and for Yang Zhengshan to charge on horseback from the rear of the camp to the entrance took only two or three minutes.
Neighhh—
When they charged to the entrance, Red Cloud actually raised its leg and kicked a horse in front of it flying.
"Don't kick the horses. Those are our horses!" Yang Zhengshan said with some heartache as he looked at the warhorse flung a zhang away.
Those were spoils of war. A single warhorse was worth At Least several dozen taels of silver.
In the end, with Red Cloud getting excited like this, several dozen taels of silver had turned into only a few taels. A perfectly good warhorse could only be slaughtered for meat now.
Neighhh!!
Red Cloud shook its big head and bared its teeth at Song Dashan beside it.
Song Dashan, drenched head to toe in blood, also split his mouth in a grin.
Seeing that foolish look of his, Yang Zhengshan could not help shaking his head.
"Stop fooling around. Chase them down