Hit by the arrow, Yue Congyun pitched headfirst from her horse.

"General Yue..."

"General Yue..."

The Ning'an Army soldiers were thrown into a panic.

On the battlefield, a commander is the army's backbone. Once a commander is wounded or killed, the whole army's nerve suffers.

The Ning'an Army's charging formation fell apart at once.

Yue Congyun hit the ground hard, and as she rolled, the arrow drove deeper into her chest.

But Yue Congyun was a heroine among women. A woman's headdress gives no ground to a man's beard.

She actually struggled to her feet, pressing her hand hard to her chest.

"I'm fine. Keep killing..."

Kang Luo snorted coldly and tightened his grip on his spear, meaning to finish Yue Congyun off while he had the chance.

But just then, shrill screams erupted behind him.

He looked back and blanched!

A company of barely a thousand men was coming on, armed with great blades, strange ones. Every one of those thousand-odd men was big and burly, thick through the shoulders and the waist.

The man leading them wasn't especially big, and Kang Luo knew him. It was Ning Chen's top general, Feng Qizheng.

Feng Qizheng leaped high and brought his modao slashing down.

Kang Luo's eyes flew wide in shock.

With that one stroke, one of his cavalrymen, man and horse, went to pieces!

What kind of blade was that?

What came next sent cold sweat down his back.

With every stroke these men made, man or horse, or man and horse together, went to pieces!

Every stroke left one of his men without a whole body.

Kang Luo went pale. How many hidden cards did Ning Chen have?

The modao army's brutal slaughter had the Nanyue cavalry's hearts in their mouths.

The warhorses they relied on couldn't stand up to a single stroke from these men.

"Kang Luo, you motherfucker! You dare hurt my woman? Come here and give me your life!"

Feng Qizheng was roaring, cutting his way toward Kang Luo.

Kang Luo was aghast. "Fall back! Fall back, now..."

He bellowed the order and led his…