"Kill! Kill them without mercy!"
With blood covering his face, Qian Mu brandished his sword and shouted. He looked somewhat ferocious now, especially his eyes, which glimmered with a deep, dark light. It was not the fierce exhilaration of cutting down enemies, but a cold, gloomy light like the depths of a ravine.
Yan Li and Sun Ming wore similar expressions. The former's stern face had grown somewhat pale, while the latter's vicious lips never stopped urging his soldiers on. They cut down every soldier who dared obstruct their passage, and those who dared approach the carriage carrying Lin Yanmu met especially gruesome deaths.
Blood and flesh flew as great hammers, blades, and axes swung back and forth, flashing madly past their eyes without pause.
"Kill! Slaughter these rebels without mercy!" Bai Yulin shouted hysterically.
With one arm severed, his pale face had taken on a purplish tinge, and his brow and lips had darkened. His breathing was somewhat rapid, and he dared not make any large movements with his remaining hand, lest he disturb the crudely bandaged stump and make it gush blood again.
Under Qi Qing's orders, these thousand-odd men were all elite soldiers. Bai Yulin knew very well how dangerous they were. He had thought their numbers, backed by Qi Qing's authority, would make the three men retreat rather than dare cause trouble. Yet he had clearly underestimated Lin Yanmu's place in their hearts-or rather, his place in the hearts of these three thousand soldiers.
He had underestimated not only their courage, but also these rebels' offensive strength.
Three thousand against one thousand gave them a considerable advantage in numbers, and they also had many warhorses supporting them. A hundred elite cavalrymen could break five hundred infantrymen. Moreover, every soldier among these former subordinates was a seasoned