Outside the city, part of the three thousand enemy riders were besieging the Women's Training Camp, while the rest kept their sights fixed on the Guard City.
The moment they saw Yu Qingyi leading the household servants and soldiers out, they launched their charge almost at the same time.
Warhorses thundered forward, a heavy momentum blotting out the sky and covering the earth as it rushed head-on.
"Don't be afraid. Stay close to me!"
Yu Qingyi shouted in a deep voice.
There were only a hundred riders behind her, all household servants of the Yang family. The soldiers inside the city had no cavalry, and the yamen runners did have warhorses, but they had already left the city to go to the various Thousand-Man Battalion Offices and organize reinforcements.
Wang pressed her lips together, lowering her body, both hands gripping her spear tightly. Fine beads of sweat seeped across her plump face.
Li and Liang were much the same.
Although they had all steeled themselves for this, now that the moment was truly upon them, their inner hearts were still extremely tense.
The two sides drew closer and closer, about to crash together in the blink of an eye.
And just as the two sides were about to collide, Yu Qingyi's figure suddenly rose, leaping from horseback. Her nimble body was like a loach as she burrowed into the layered ranks of enemy riders.
Snow-white sword light flashed, the sharp blade drifting past like a strip of white silk.
Blood flowers sprayed, crystalline droplets of blood scattering down, giving off a hazy halo beneath the bright sunlight.
Bang bang bang~~
Enemy riders toppled from their saddles one after another, and the formation that had been charging forward was thrown into chaos in an instant.
"Kill!"
Wang suddenly let out a