The war drums echoed, thick smoke rose, and the wind howled.
Under the pitch-black night, two armies met.
Dongli Honglang sat on his horse, his cold eyes like a pair of hooks, now staring intently at Yan Lian and Zhu Yinian.
"Didn't you say your Princess was going to lead the charge? Where is she? Has the woman gotten scared and run away? With your courage, you'd better roll back home and let us flatten your homeland."
He laughed wildly, and the soldiers behind him began to guffaw.
On Tongzhou's side, the Deputy General's face reddened with frustration, "Too arrogant, I want to take his dog head."
"Everyone, calm down. Dongli Honglang has been battling since his teens, has killed countless number of people, and is exceedingly cunning. If you get angry, you're playing right into his trap," the General instructed sternly.
Zhu Yinian rebuked in a low voice.
Hearing this, the fury of the few Deputy Generals around him finally eased somewhat.
