Dust rose to the sky, and the rapid clatter roared like thunder. The remaining four thousand Crocottas cavalries of Yulin Army rushed out through the north-gate of Little Meng City in panic.
‘Just let these cavalries of Yulin Army deal with those barbarians!’ Wu Qi intentionally drove them out from the north-gate. The decision came from the tiny guilty pleasure of Le Xiaobai which hid in Wu Qi's soul. The collision of cavalries in a cold weapon era, this was going to be a pleasant and delightful battle.
But too bad, Wu Qi was disappointed by what he saw. These cavalries of Yulin Army didn't yell out their battle cry courageously and charged toward barbarians. Instead, they cowardly clustered and hid behind Mo Machines, establishing themselves as a loose line of defense. All these cavalrymen were looking at Little Meng City over their shoulder. A look of fright and panic could be clearly seen in their eyes.
