A sharp cry echoed out from the opposite camp. Subsequently, rows of infantry soldiers dashed to the front of the cavalry troops and half-knelt on the ground, ready to strike.
"Fire!"
Swoosh! The long spears pierced through the sky, taking down a group of birds which were flying by. Blood splattered in mid-air as feathers flew everywhere. Before the civilians had time to open their mouths to shout, the flurry of spears dashed towards their direction. Ear-piercing screams reverberated in the air, like a tragic song of despair. The warhorses neighed madly as if they had been possessed.
"Organize your formations! Charge!" Chu Qiao sat on her horse as she stood amidst the battlefield. She raised the silver sword in her hands and dashed out. 5,000 troops from the Xiuli Army followed neatly behind her; none of them hesitated or retreated even though some of them felt fearful.
