Chu Changxing's upper body was sent spinning through the air, his eyes catching sight of sword light washing over, plowing a path tens of yards long before stopping.
The neatly formed cavalry squadron behind him was cleaved open with a wide gash, flesh flying amongst the carnage, instantly severed.
Agonizing pain surged to his heart, spirits dissipating in his final moments.
He suddenly recalled the words of the old monk before his departure: "If I were you, General, at this moment, I would flee on horseback without a backward glance..."
Ignoring the advice of the elderly leads to imminent losses.
His heart at this moment is full of regret.
But alas, there is no chance for a do-over.
Smack...
Chu Changxing fell among the dust and pools of blood, faintly hearing the thundering hooves approaching, soldiers riding furiously under the moonlight.
Two figures stood aloof on the hillside to the left, watching from afar, neither sad nor joyful.
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