Meng Duo's expression immediately darkened. He raised his hand to stop his subordinates from cursing and raised his voice. "One's strength on the battlefield is the real thing. If you're quick-witted, what kind of hero are you?!" As soon as he finished speaking, he let go of his hand. "Move back 100 feet in the front row and let King Yue Fei take a good look at the big gift I've prepared for him."
The warhorses in the front row immediately retreated a hundred feet, revealing rows of ragged Great Zhou Dynasty commoners kneeling in front of the formation with blood all over their bodies. Behind them were soldiers of the Northern Barbarians holding long whips.
There were four to five hundred people.
Immediately, a young general couldn't take it anymore and shouted miserably, "Beasts." He clamped his legs on the horse's stomach and was about to rush up when Yin Huaixi stopped him in time.
The soldiers were furious, and their morale was low.
