Luo Gu tightened his grip on the Divine Scepter and abruptly turned toward the source of the voice. He did not answer, his killing intent fierce. Who had asked that question?
Military orders stood firm as mountains, issued beneath the banners and settled before battle. Whoever dared violate them deserved death!
The Xianbei surged like waves, seethed like a rising tide. Among the Western Regions Army, in the camps at the front, warhorses paced restlessly while their riders kept soothing them. Amid round after round of concentrated exchanges of arrows with the Xianbei, the soldiers were already struggling to hold their ground. The Xianbei were truly masterful zither players, plucking that tightly stretched string over and over until it had become unbearably fragile!
Whoosh!
With a beat of the drum, a sharp arrow shot forth: without orders, Qiuci State suddenly attacked. Its banners soared high, thrusting out like sharp swords. As one of the great states of the Western Regions, its roar was like a dragon's, its momentum like water-a silver vase suddenly shattered, its contents pouring forth with a thunderous crash.
The armored cavalry at the very front were extraordinarily fierce, instantly sending many Xianbei Bow Cavalry who had failed to retreat in time tumbling, men and horses alike.
Seeing them sweep forward like a blade splitting bamboo, the Qiuci State general immediately threw back his head and laughed. "So this is all the Hu people amount to!"
Within the Western Regions Army, Luo Gu held tight to the reins of his warhorse, which kept trying to advance, and cried in horror, "Who ordered him to attack?"
Once Qiuci State's troops moved and tore a gap through the Xianbei Bow Cavalry, the infantry of the surrounding states immediately followed, seeking to inflict greater damage. The Xianbei Bow Cavalry retreated