But this was the most Chu Lingguang could do.
"HYA!"
He rode his Han Gao Steed and charged out of Wolf Valley Pass.
"Commander Chu!"
The soldiers shouted as they chased after him.
Chu Lingguang didn't look back.
He quickly vanished from everyone's sight. Only when he was far from Wolf Valley Pass did he pull on the reins, looking back toward the pass and then in the direction of the Turkic lands.
He had brothers in both places.
More than seven thousand men had been lost at the Turkic Headquarters.
Their bones were buried in a foreign land, and in return, their salaries were revoked and their death benefits withheld.
Over two thousand passionate young men were stripped of their military status and reduced to commoners. If not for the over two hundred thousand silver notes he carried, Chu Lingguang wouldn't know how to face them.
'Brothers!'
'Little Red!'
'I'm leaving.'
