"Bold."
Zhao Jiang shouted loudly, holding a long spear, standing alone on the war chariot, and shouted: "Whoever takes Chen Mo's head will be rewarded with a million taels of silver."
This statement indeed had an irresistible attraction. The somewhat dispirited morale received an instant boost, and a large number of allied troops charged towards the cavalry led by Chen Mo.
"Puff..."
A black light instantly pierced into the front soldier. As the warhorse swept by, Chen Mo pulled out the soldier impaled on the corpse. A surge of True Qi rippled out, and everything in front fell to the ground.
"Charge..." Chen Mo yelled, as if he wanted to tear through the entire enemy army.
The enemy's Innate Martial Artists also participated. For every ten meters the cavalry advanced, nearly a hundred cavalrymen fell off their horses, then were stabbed to death by myriad spears.
