Liu Zhenhan blew off the wood shavings from his fingers and inserted the carved wooden shaft into the pouch on his shoulder.
Avril handed him a rattan armor, but he pushed it away.
"Isn't it a waste if it gets damaged in the battle," Liu Zhenhan said.
"What's the next step?" Helen nervously looked at Liu Zhenhan.
The horn sounded loudly, and the raiders' cavalry on both wings began to assemble. The team leader, a hundred raiders, rushed along the battle array, and the clash of his bronze halberd against the vertical cavalry spears produced a series of sharp noises.
The two Holy Temple Knights were strong, but they did not scare the raiders; after all, they had one thousand cavalry and ten Earth Badger knights, as well as four thousand infantrymen.
The former looked down from every angle at the military force in Heilongjiang, which at most, had only four to five hundred men, short and tall, in a disorderly arrangement. This boosted the raiders' confidence.
