Turning his head, he glanced at his master, who was lying drunk on his horse’s back.
He tearfully said, "They are screaming, screaming that the Yan people are attacking, the Yan people are attacking!"
Li Yue fell off the horse. He landed headfirst and was knocked unconscious instantly!
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This ’Mao-style’ charge slogan made Zheng Fan feel quite frustrated. He felt it was completely out of place, but now was not the time to stop and teach everyone a new slogan.
The cavalry was picking up speed, their momentum building. Below, they had only one option: to charge forward relentlessly!
The horseshoes pounded like thunder. This was different from facing the scholars in the academy during the day, and different from sneaking into Ji Fort in the early hours of the night.
This time, it was a true cavalry charge!
As the tents ahead drew closer, as the figures of people and the city walls loomed nearer, Zheng Fan felt the blood in his veins heat up, as if it were about to ignite!
In his excitement, Zheng Fan also started yelling, "Ula!"
The managers of the merchant caravans at the city gate were stunned; they couldn’t figure out what was happening.
In fact, many people from the shantytown even came out of their homes to watch the commotion.
The garrison soldiers moving goods stupidly continued to carry their loads, their eyes glazed as they watched the cavalry charge towards them.
Until the cavalry started swinging their sabers!
Anyone who stood in their path, regardless of who they were, was either trampled by the warhorses or cut down by a saber.
Screams echoed incessantly at the North Gate.
Finally, someone who understood the situation realized what was happening and shrieked, "The Yan people are attacking!"
"Father, which town’s cavalry is that? They are so domineering!" Sun Jianming said, pointing at the incoming cavalry.
Old Master Sun’s breath hitched. He inhaled sharply, stamped his foot hard, and cursed, "That’s not our cavalry, not our cavalry!"
"Of course, it’s not our Mianzhou City cavalry. Hasn’t our city’s cavalry been used as pack animals for ages? How could it be ours..."
Sun Jianming suddenly stopped speaking. From his father’s shocked and furious expression, he suddenly grasped a possibility. At the same time, the charging cavalry began to slaughter the people outside the city, confirming his suspicion.
"Is it the Yan people?"
"Are they really the Yan people?"
"It’s the Yan people!!!!!"
The last sentence was shouted out by Sun Jianming.
Old Master Sun kicked the butt of his long spear. It flipped up, and he caught it. While unwrapping the thick cloth covering it, he roared at his son, "Quick, go down and order the gate guards to close the city gate! The Yan people are trying to seize it!"
"The Yan people are really here..."
Seeing his son still standing there stunned, Old Master Sun kicked him.
Sun Jianming was kicked to the ground, the blow finally snapping him out of his shock.
"Quickly, go down and close the city gate! If the Yan people seize the gate, Mianzhou is finished!"
"Alright, alright, alright!"
Sun Jianming scrambled and crawled towards the stairs.
Old Master Sun took two deep breaths, looked at the situation below the city wall, and his heart turned cold.
Because several merchant caravans had arrived together tonight, most of Mianzhou City’s garrison soldiers had been pulled away to act as porters, moving goods.
Consequently, when the Yan cavalry suddenly attacked, there were nearly two thousand Qian State garrison soldiers below the gate!
But these nearly two thousand garrison soldiers had barely trained. They were merely on the roster, drawing a monthly stipend from which the majority was deducted, despite their labor.
In fact, they were more skilled with hoes and carrying poles than with swords.
Thus, when the four hundred barbarian cavalry charged, these nearly two thousand garrison soldiers offered no resistance at all; they were instantly routed!
They saw blood, they saw killing, they saw the black armor, the merciless eyes, and the faces of the barbarians. And just like that, they crumbled!
They dropped the goods from their shoulders, ignored the shouts of the managers, and instinctively turned to flee towards the city gate.
Instinct told them it would be safer inside the city!
Old Master Sun, watching this unfold from the city wall, felt despair begin to grip his heart.
The Yan cavalry had not even truly reached them, yet the Qian soldiers had already broken!
Old Master Sun glanced at the long spear in his hand. His vital energy, diminished with age, began to stir once more.
Old Master Sun slapped the parapet, then vaulted over and leapt down from the city wall.
The tip of his spear caught on the city wall, striking sparks as he descended.
He landed hard at the foot of the city wall. A stifling sensation tightened his chest, but he had no time to care.
He held the long spear behind him as he began to advance, simultaneously shouting, "Don’t run! Stand with me and stop the Yan bastards!"
However, the surrounding garrison soldiers completely ignored him, continuing their flight towards the city gate.
Amidst the torrent of fleeing men, Old Master Sun advanced alone. He was a solitary, helpless figure.