The military command in Wuwei City attached great importance to this raid. Besides the elite soldiers selected from each unit, General Dituo'er had also sent several experts, all supposedly veterans of a hundred battles.
Yet no one had imagined that the Western Liang elites would be discovered the moment they pushed into Great Chen's Left Scout Camp under cover of darkness. In the chaotic fighting that followed, two of General Dituo'er's so-called experts were killed within just a few exchanges.
The Great Chen soldiers who charged out of the Scout Battalion were ferocious. Their leader, Fang Yizhi, was especially formidable. He looked refined and scholarly, but in truth, he was a god of slaughter through and through.
Fighting five men alone, he had actually cut down two Western Liang experts.
Remembering how the Western Liang Sharp Leopard Battalion had nearly been wiped out at Dragon Pool Ravine, Wurigendalai felt his heart pound with fear. He hurriedly turned and fled with several dozen men.
What Wurigendalai found even more unbelievable was that one Great Chen soldier pursued them with a blade, hacking away like a madman, determined to fight until one side was dead.
Wurigendalai had seen men who cared nothing for their lives, but never anyone this reckless. The soldier was like a rabid dog. Every attack was a killing move meant to take his enemy down with him, trading life for life.
Wurigendalai silently counted. Over the course of the fight, the man had taken eight cuts and was drenched in blood, yet he had killed sixteen of Wurigendalai's men.
Watching this man who seemed possessed by madness, Wurigendalai felt a thread of fear rise in his heart. In less than half the time it took to drink a cup of tea, over half his men had been killed