Looking back, he saw Ding Qiu and Song Dashan leading the cavalry charging over.
He seemed somewhat unqualified as a leader, charging too fast, completely disjointed from the troops behind him.
"Stop!" Yang Zhenshan pulled the reins tight.
Red Cloud immediately came to a halt.
After Ding Qiu and Song Dashan caught up, Yang Zhenshan's lips curled slightly, and he shouted loudly: "Follow me!"
With that said, he tugged the reins, and Red Cloud galloped towards the North.
Yang Zhenshan was hunched over the horse's back, his eyes fixed on what lay ahead, his long spear piercing through the cold wind, his beard sticking uncomfortably at his neck.
But he couldn't be bothered by these distractions now, his target was right in front of him.
That Jiala Ezheng.
The last time he pierced a Jiala Ezheng, he wasn't sure if that was real or fake, but this time, he was certain it was the real one.
And at this moment, Borja was completely dumbfounded.
They dared to charge out?
