Meanwhile, the only thing Yun Ying heard in his ears was the relentless sound of galloping hooves.
In front of him, a squad of cavalry rode toward him.
The sound of hooves hitting the ground stirred up clouds of dust.
The number of cavalrymen wasn't large, just over ten, but followed closely by a significant number of foot soldiers, totaling over a hundred.
Facing this troop of Northern Barbarians, Yun Ying naturally felt a bit nervous.
By his side were Rebel Army soldiers, all wearing red headbands.
Their clothes were tattered, and the weapons they held were extremely rudimentary.
In Yun Ying's hands was a rusty spear, which in any previous instance would have been considered disappointing equipment. But for the other rebels, many had even worse weapons.
Some only had a piece of wood, and even more outrageous, some merely held a sharpened bamboo pole.
Despite being outnumbered, these rebels totaled about two hundred against the Northern Barbarians' troop.
