The Geng Metal Sword in his hand fell, and there was a rain of blood.
Chen Qing broke through the enemy lines, feeling suddenly that the space before his eyes had opened up.
It turned out, he had already slaughtered his way through the entire enemy ranks.
Turning his horse around and looking back, along the path he had killed through, there were at least two hundred corpses strewn on the ground.
Of course, it wasn't just his doing alone; there was also the merit of the Eight Tigers and the three hundred warriors behind him.
Chen Qing immediately shouted, "Jiang Yuhu, you eight continue to follow me in the charge!"
He turned his head and bellowed, "Warriors of the Black Feather Clan, do you still have the courage?"
The Nanli people may lack everything else, but they certainly don't lack bravery.
"Yes!"
Chen Qing reached out to wipe the fresh blood on his face, "Hahaha, then follow me in the charge!"
