He clashed his twin swords, a muffled boom reverberating, as golden-red True Qi surged and roared like a tidal wave. Behind him, over forty thousand riders shouted in unison, their morale greatly boosted.
This time, Ji Changlie had practically launched an all-out assault.
Upon receiving the battle report from Wenyuan Valley, he immediately recognized a heaven-sent opportunity. When two tigers fight, one is bound to get injured, or both will sustain heavy losses. The one to benefit would always be a patient hunter like himself.
Thus, he rallied together forty thousand cavalry, over a hundred thousand infantry, leaving only over ten thousand old, weak, sick, and disabled to guard the home.
And the general left to guard the home was no other than her.
Feng Jiu had always been eager to fight the Hu People, the more she wished to fight, the more she disobeyed military orders. Ji Changlie felt increasingly displeased, so he left her behind.
