Yu Wenye spurred his horse, confronting this blood rain.
In every previous charge, he was accustomed to leading the charge himself, but this time he didn't go first. After all, he didn't have any melee weapons in hand and could only let Shantong'er and Xue Lin clear the way for him. No matter how brave he was, he was not a reckless fool.
Just as Shantong'er had cleared a path ahead of him, when he was about to turn around and mount his horse, one of the severely injured, moaning soldiers behind him suddenly jumped up. Picking up a broken spear lying on the ground, he thrust it ferociously towards Shantong'er's back!
Xue Lin widened his eyes suddenly: "Shantong'er, watch out!"
He shouted while trying to spur his horse forward. Meanwhile, hearing Xue Lin's shout, Shantong'er instinctively turned around, only to see the soldier roar, with the spearhead already pressing against his back!
Yu Wenye hurriedly reached back to pull an arrow from the arrow tube, but it was too late!
