Soon, they were engaged in close combat.
With a SQUELCH, the Warg's charge faltered, and then its headless body tumbled to the ground.
Lü Zhong had casually speared the Warg. He turned to survey the rest of the battlefield and saw that the Reconnaissance Team, now forced into combat, was suffering heavy losses.
The scouts' weapons were sharp, but they were still light cavalry. They struggled just to pierce the Wolf Riders' heavy armor, to say nothing of the large shields their opponents also carried.
The Scout Captain, Chen Tuo, desperately urged his soldiers to disengage, but they were hopelessly pinned down.
In just a few moments, several of them had fallen.
Lü Zhong witnessed the scene without a flicker of emotion. 'The lives and deaths of outsiders are just numbers to me; it's difficult to be moved by them anymore.' But they were his kin, after all. It wouldn't hurt to lend a hand.
So, he turned his gaze to the leader of the Wolf Riders.
