Yang Zhenshan, alone on his horse, swept over from the north side of the camp, while three hundred cavalry rolled across from the south side.
In just a moment, the Northern barbarian cavalry attacking the camp's defenses were thrown into chaos.
Some were torn into pieces, some panicked and tried to flee, others were still clueless and fought desperately.
But at this moment, Zha Yan on the hill finally reacted.
"Quick, quick, have them all retreat!"
Wuu wuu wuu~~
The dull sound of the horn resounded.
The Northern barbarian cavalry besieging the camp heard it and fled helter-skelter.
But could they really escape?
The camp was so small, making a circle around it was merely two li, and it only took Yang Zhenshan a couple of minutes to charge from the back of the camp to the entrance on horseback.
Xi lu lu~~
As he reached the entrance, Red Cloud unexpectedly lifted its leg and kicked a horse in front flying.
