The Tang cavalry listened to this accent, half understandable and half incomprehensible, and looked thoroughly bewildered.
One Tang cavalryman rode to the front of the group, before the officer in the most elaborate armor, and said quietly:
"Commandant, this man's speech is strange, and I've never seen armor or weapons like his. He is so tall—he may be some barbarian from a foreign land. Be careful; he could be a rebel spy!"
The cavalry commandant glanced at blood-soaked Li Qinwu, then at the more than sixty rebel cavalry corpses scattered around them, and muttered:
"This man is so valiant that he fought cavalry on foot and killed more than sixty riders alone. Even Lu Bu, the ancient Overlord, did not possess such strength!
Though he does not understand our language, he kills rebels cleanly and shows us Tang soldiers great respect. He must be a righteous man from a foreign land!"
While they were muttering among themselves, Li Qinwu had already removed his helmet, revealing black hair and black eyes. His hair was merely cropped short.
The Tang cavalrymen were stunned at the sight.
The cavalry protector shouted in alarm:
"Damn it! How is this man a monk?!
Could he be the wrathful Vajra from some temple, unable to bear the chaos of the barbarian rebellion, possessing this man to help Marshal Guo suppress the revolt?!"
While they were muttering, a Tang cavalryman suddenly roared:
"Barbarian cavalry!! Barbarian cavalry!! They're coming from the north!!"
The cavalry commandant looked over and saw dust billowing in the north and military banners snapping in the wind. At a glance, at least a thousand rebel cavalrymen were charging toward them!
After a brief hesitation, the cavalry commandant's eyes filled with fighting spirit.
"Form ranks!! Fight them!!
These thousand barbarian riders intend to circle around