The Rebel Army of Pingliang Mountain was quickly surrounded. Those who surrendered dropped their weapons and hid to the side, leaving only those who resisted to the death and those who fled.
The booming sounds of mortars and grenades were deafening, as Pei Qin charged in, slashing with her sword at the chaotic soldiers rushing toward her.
Lu Hai and Liu Feng closely protected her.
The soldiers behind them were greatly inspired, their blood running high with fierce passion. They were elite troops and brilliant generals, all battle-hardened from fighting on the front lines, but never had they seen a commander of a whole army leading the charge, paving the way for them. They all roared and charged like tigers descending the mountains.
A troop of ten thousand faced the vast number of chaotic soldiers, yet they achieved an overwhelming victory.
There were even some who had surrendered turning back to intercept the chaotic soldiers.
