Even before engaging the enemy, the front line collapsed on its own, crumbling like a fishing net leaking in all directions.
Then, in the blink of an eye, amidst the sounds of steel clashing against iron, the wild wind roared, blades rushing forward, and the Iron Cavalry pierced through the Zhen Army's fragile front line. Skewering bodies onto the tips of horse lances, heads severed by curved blades, flesh and blood trampled beneath iron hooves.
Yet, Huan Tianyuan stood up,
Despite being shot through the throat by arrows in an instant, turning him into a pincushion of arrows, his body dripping with blood, he still stood up.
Like a stubborn rock in a torrent, a reef against the tide.
Roaring with anger, like a tiger pouncing with a fierce leap, his strike pierced through the layers of armor on an Iron Cavalryman, knocking the rider off his horse, pinning him to the ground under a broken lance.
Yet the second cavalryman charged forward, swinging a blade toward his head.
