"Go!"
Without hesitating any longer, Mengtemu led nearly ten thousand Hu cavalry out through the city gate.
More than ten thousand Hu cavalry could not all rush out of the city at once. They needed time to slowly file out through the gate.
And that stretch of time was Yang Zhengshan's chance.
"Report, General! Fushan City's north gate has opened!"
Ten li east of Fushan City, shadowy figures were hidden beneath the dim night.
Zhou Lan, sitting on horseback at the front of the formation, heard this and turned to exchange a glance with Yang Zhengshan beside her.
"Move! It's our turn to take the stage!"
The next moment, the sound of hooves connected into one expanse, rumbling as they charged toward Fushan City's north gate.
Their vision was hindered at night, so the cavalry's speed had to be somewhat slower. However, during the day, they had already scouted the surrounding terrain and long since chosen a comparatively flat road to launch an attack.
The distance of ten li took no more than a quarter of an hour before they could already see Fushan City's north gate, and see the Hu cavalry pouring out from inside the gate.
"Garrison Battalion! Forward without retreat—fight to the death!"
The desperate battle had arrived. Yang Zhengshan instantly surpassed Zhou Lan, and behind him, the seven hundred riders of the Garrison Battalion broke free from Zhou Lan's Reinforcement Battalion like a sharp sword.
Under Zhou Lan's stunned gaze, the soldiers of the Garrison Battalion overtook her one after another.
When it came to charging, the Garrison Battalion were the professionals. When it came to warhorses, every warhorse in the Garrison Battalion was a fine steed that had been nourished by Spirit Spring Water.
Although these warhorses were far inferior to Red Cloud, compared with