The soldiers whipped their warhorses relentlessly, without a trace of mercy.
Spurred by pain, the warhorses ran faster and faster.
But the soldiers still felt they were too slow!
A bounty of one hundred thousand and a promotion of three ranks were enough to send these soldiers stationed outside Boer City into a frenzy.
In this time of peace, any military merit that could earn them a promotion was worth taking risks for.
After all, it meant far more than honor.
And then there was the hundred-thousand bounty!
For soldiers receiving a monthly allowance of two hundred, that was an astronomical sum.
So, the moment they received their orders, the soldiers set out eagerly.
With two horses per man, they rode through the night without stopping.
Clop, clop, clop!
The dense thunder of hooves sounded like a sudden storm beating against banana leaves, never pausing for a moment, fast and frantic.
It was as though it had become the burning desire in every soldier's heart.
It drove them to throw caution to the wind and lose themselves.
It left them thinking of nothing but the bounty and military merit.
Anyone standing in their way...
Would naturally be destroyed.
At the sight of the figure emerging from the darkness, none of the soldiers intended to stop. They whipped their horses again, uttering low, unintelligible cries filled with murderous intent.
Then those cries cut off abruptly.
A dark-red two-handed greatsword sliced through the night sky, cleaving the leading soldier and his horse in two.
Then came the soldiers behind him.
The second!
The third!
The fourth!
One after another, the dark-red two-handed greatsword hacked left and right.
Its wielder kept advancing.
The charging warhorses kept coming.
The two sides collided without giving an inch.
The result...
The pursuing force of five