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But if one were distracted by other concerns, it wouldn't be so easy to say.
"This person must die," muttered Zhou Ping'an with a silent hatred.
Yet he had no time to deal with these thoughts at the moment, as the opposing eight thousand cavalry, led by the Heavenly Wolf General Wu Qi, had already rolled over Pinggang like a mountain shifting across the earth, pressing down as they came.
Wu Qi slowed his pace, the cavalry ranks behind him stretching longer, sharpening into a tight wedge, roaring with suppressed fury, their swords and spears raised level.
Killing intent surged like tidal waves, pouring forth in relentless tides.
Zhou Ping'an took a deep breath, his breath circulating, becoming one with his steed, and suddenly accelerated.
The two thousand horsemen behind him, at the same moment, felt their commander's resoluteness and bravery.
