"The enemy troops are here!"
A soldier shouted, and Liu Ji felt a buzzing sound in his head, staring blankly at the shadows approaching closer, completely unsure of how to react.
The neighing of horses sounded, the end of another supply convoy had encountered an enemy attack just that morning, and now it happened again in the evening. The civilians who had just escaped death had their mental defenses completely collapse, instinctively running away.
With this escape, everything instantly became chaotic, with the shouts of killing and screams mixed together. Even the wounded leader pointed his long knife at his own men.
Anyone who ran away was pursued on horseback and killed with a raised knife.
The rushing enemies numbered about thirty to forty, each very tall, dressed and styled completely differently from Sheng Country people, riding tall horses, charging back and forth in waves.
