Arrows Shatter Stone, Zhao's Cavalry Shaken; the City Divided Between Loyal and Treacherous, Awaiting the Butcher's Blade

"Hurry! Faster! Don't let Zhao Zuo hog all the credit!"

"I hope the Blood-Clad Army is as strong as the rumors say. They'd better not be wiped out by Zhao Zuo in a single clash. Otherwise, he'll really steal the limelight this time."

Zhao Zhengqing led ten thousand cavalry in a flanking maneuver. Now he was circling south of the mountains, almost at the place where Zhao Zuo had laid his ambush. He could even hear the sounds of battle drifting from the distance.

He was anxious!

Once they crossed this mountain, they could get behind the Blood-Clad Army. With ambushers in front and cavalry closing in from behind, the Blood-Clad Army would have no way to escape.

And as the cavalry force attacking from the rear, they would be able to claim a great deal of credit for defeating the Blood-Clad Army.

But this short stretch of road seemed to go on forever, like a horse galloping toward a mountain that never grew any closer.

Zhao Zhengqing anxiously spurred his horse again and again, constantly urging the cavalry behind him to pick up the pace.

But just as they were about to cross the official road, the fierce sounds of battle gradually died down, and then all fell quiet.

Zhao Zhengqing let out a long sigh. "Ah, we're still too late. I never thought the Blood-Clad Army would be so utterly useless!"

"Even someone as arrogant as Zhao Zuo managed to wipe them all out in such a short time. It seems this Blood Butcher Yama is all reputation and no substance."

"Come on. Let's deal with the battlefield."

Although he looked down on Zhao Zuo, they had fought side by side for years. Even if they hadn't earned any credit, they couldn't just circle around and go back.