Wooo, wooo~ wooo~~...
That afternoon, on the plain north of Bean Ridge, where Bohai Commandery bordered Pingyuan Commandery, a horn suddenly sounded in the early autumn wind, first in short blasts, then in a long note. It mingled with the wind before being swallowed by the commotion and shouting.
Two bands of bandits under Zhang Jincheng were frantically trying to cross a stream barely more than ten feet wide, hoping to catch up with the main force on the other bank.
Soon, however, the rumble of hoofbeats easily shook the ground, bringing a momentary pause to the commotion and shouting. But it was only a moment. What followed was even more widespread turmoil and shouting, hurried flight, and panicked attempts to meet the enemy.
"It's Cheng Dalang!"
Someone began bawling in front of everyone.
"Cheng Dalang's cavalry is here!"
"Where are the spears? Where are the spears? Didn't the two leaders prepare spearmen? Why aren't they forming up... why are the spearmen right at the front? Get over here!"
"Where's our cavalry? Didn't we say we had two cavalry units too? Why aren't they coming to save us?"
"Where are all the heroes who cultivate? Weren't there supposed to be several hundred of them?"
"That bastard Zhang isn't playing fair! He came over this morning and told us himself that if Cheng Dalang came, he'd turn back and save us!"
Yet the spearmen never managed to squeeze their way forward, their own cavalry never appeared, the cultivators were nowhere to be seen, and their allies showed no sign of coming either... Amid the chaos and terror, before Cheng Dalang's cavalry had actually struck, the bandits in front panicked and turned, causing the two bodies of troops behind them to split apart and flee.
The several hundred cavalrymen flying the great