"Let's go!"
Without further hesitation, Meng Temu led nearly ten thousand Northern barbarian cavalry out of the city gates.
It was impossible for the tens of thousands of Northern barbarian cavalry to exit the city all at once; it would take some time for them to gradually make their way through the gates.
And this time was Yang Zhenshan's opportunity.
"Report, General, the North City Gate of Fushan City has opened!"
Ten miles east of Fushan City, shadowy figures were hidden in the dimness of night.
Stationed at the front of the line on horseback, Zhou Lan turned her head and exchanged a glance with Yang Zhenshan beside her upon hearing the news.
"Move out! It's our turn to take the stage!"
The next moment, the sound of hoofbeats merged into one, thundering toward the North City Gate of Fushan City.
