The death of Han Yue was essentially a punishment for his incompetence in military affairs over the past six months.
Thinking of his wife's painful and grinning face before her death, Tie Xinchuan turned his head to look at the Beishuo Army emerging massively from Baimu City to the south, clutching the big saber in his hand tightly, with fire almost blazing in his pupils.
"Flag Commander, step forward! Everyone, draw your bows ready for battle!"
Rustle...
As the command was given by Xia Chuan from above the army, a five-man flag task force swiftly ran out from the seven armies, while the rest all simultaneously took down their strong bows, nocked arrows, drew strings, aiming towards the direction of the Beishuo Army.
"Chen Cang's aid hasn't arrived, yet they dare to launch an attack. Lu Yang really gave me a big surprise..."
