The Old General drew a deep breath. Turning to charge toward the demonic beasts ahead once more, he said quietly, "Shi Chong, you did very well. Even I could not have done better!"
As he spoke, the hand gripping his reins suddenly began trembling violently.
They were all gone.
The soldiers he had raised and trained himself were all gone.
But Zhang Kaitai had no time for grief. He did not even dare go to his death as freely as his soldiers had. He still had to hold on. Every moment longer he held on meant another moment of hope for survival for the city behind him and the land beyond it.
A-Chun, Little Bai, Stone, go on ahead. Your master will follow soon. For the sons of the Zhang Clan and the Red Armor Cavalry, there has never been a true parting in death, only a temporary separation. We will all reunite one day.
As these thoughts passed through his mind, the Old General raised his spear and called out:
"Follow me! Charge through their formation!"
Amid the answering roars of the Red Armor Cavalry and the fisherfolk, the two thousand Red Armor Cavalry led by the Old General crashed into the charging horde of demons and scattered them.
Boom!
But as the Red Armor Cavalry's formation scattered the demons, more than a dozen Great Demons at the Demon Venerable Realm burst out through the waves, each flying into one of the groups of deep-sea demonic beasts that the Red Armor Cavalry had split apart.
With these dozen or so Demon Venerable Realm demonic beasts joining the fray, even though the demons had been divided, the Red Armor Cavalry and the fisherfolk could not slaughter them all immediately.
"Are they truly planning to pour out of their nest in