"Whoosh"
Zhao Chuanzong released the bowstring, the sharp arrow precisely striking the neck of a Barbarian Soldier Commander who was galloping ahead.
"Puff~" The Barbarian Soldier Commander clutched his throat, blood gushing from between his fingers, and fell headlong from the green-maned horse to the ground.
"Buzz~"
Zhao Chuanzong felt his body suddenly heating up, Qi-Blood surging, sweeping away the previous fatigue.
"Gathering Yuan Late Stage."
Zhao Chuanzong felt a surge of joy in his heart.
He glanced around, seeing no trace of enemies, so he blew the Eagle Head Whistle around his neck, starting to gather his subordinates.
The piercing whistle echoed in the sky, and soon more cavalry gathered from all directions.
"Hundred Generals." The adjutant Liu Er appeared beside Zhao Chuanzong.
"How is the situation?" Zhao Chuanzong asked.
