The sun set in the west, the temperature plummeted, and the cold wind blowing in Jishi Ridge made the ambushed Chen Army shiver slightly.
But their eyes were like torches, and their breathing became rapid with the increasingly clear sound of hooves in their ears.
"They are coming, they are coming..."
In the hearts of the Chen Army in Jishi Ridge, there was a low cry, and they couldn't help but tightly grip the swords, spears, bows, and crossbows in their hands.
Under the pursuit of the Brave Cavalry Guard, the fleeing Jin Xia Army from Bing City urged their horses anxiously.
The infantry without horses also exerted all their strength, even discarding their weapons to increase their marching speed.
"Rumble..."
The thunderous sound of hooves poured into Jishi Ridge like a tide.
When nearly half of the fleeing troops of Jin Xia had entered Jishi Ridge.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
