The Wind-Treading Cavalry who had come to protect Wang Chong had long since spotted their comrades' bodies on the ground. Watching Wang Chong treat these people so politely, they could only swallow their anger. After all, they too knew how exalted the Jiang surname was. But when Wang Chong shouted, "Loose!", not one of them hesitated any longer. They unleashed the archery skills they had honed riding the length and breadth of the Great Grassland.
Wang Chong's Wind-Treading Cavalry had undergone several changes of personnel by now, and included many warriors from the Eighteen Tribes of the Grasslands. These men had grown up on horseback, wielding blades and bows by the age of five or six. Wang Chong had further selected the best of the best, and these several hundred men were all accomplished archers. Now, avenging their comrades, they brought every ounce of their lifelong skill to bear. Arrows fell like rain.
With their acupoints sealed, these people could not summon their True Qi. They could only flee this way and that, all shouting and yelling wildly. Some cursed, some begged for mercy, some expressed remorse, and so on, but none escaped being shot dead one after another.
Wang Chong waited until his men had exhausted their arrows before shouting, "Cut off their heads, preserve them in salt, and send them to Chang'an."
Wang Chong had always been mild in manner. Only now did Yuwen Xuandu realize that he had actually pledged himself to a ruthless lord. Yet once he had recovered a little from his fright, he felt immensely fortunate instead, thinking, The Prince of Yan is so decisive in killing, he has quite the makings of a mighty ruler. Since I have already joined him, I should commit myself fully, not keep looking ahead and behind. He