"Puff, puff, puff..."
Imagining his merits soaring and all sorts of abilities improving, Jian Shang swung his silver spear. Whoever stood in his way died. The more he fought, the braver and fiercer he became.
Wave after wave of scorching blood covered his body. The pungent stench of blood only made Jian Shang's blood boil further, driving him mad.
"Jian Shang! We've been targeted!"
At that moment, Gao Hong, who had been guarding Jian Shang alongside Gao Gong, Shi Ji, and Yang Ning, brandished her treasured sword as she approached, calling out in a clear voice.
"Hm?"
Jian Shang thrust out the Dragon-Coiled Brightsilver Spear in his hand, its nine silver afterimages piercing six barbarian riders before him. His thick brows furrowed as he looked toward the source of the wolf howls. Northern Di Barbarian Cavalry a hundred meters away and even farther off were continuously spreading apart to make way for the Blood Wolf Cavalry, making them exceedingly conspicuous.
"If you hesitate when a decision must be made, chaos will follow! There are hundreds of thousands of enemy troops before us, while we only have a few hundred. If we stubbornly hold on, casualties will definitely be heavy, and it'll be extremely dangerous!"
Gao Hong shouted again, her tone deeply anxious.
Anyone with eyes could see how valiant and elite the Blood Wolf Cavalry were. Looking at their own side, there was simply no comparison.
"Crack..."
"Kill!"
Jian Shang no longer hesitated. With a flick of the reins, he turned his horse's head and shouted. At last, he stopped charging straight ahead with his head down and instead shifted sideways.
At present, there were no fewer than eight or ten thousand generals of every rank within Central State City, including irregular Deputy Generals. Even the lowest-ranking generals were Partial