Wang Fang's complexion changed instantly, and he was momentarily dumbfounded.
Zhao Haiping didn't intend to give these people a chance to argue, and he directly flicked the reins, "Let's go!"
...
A hundred-strong cavalry unit galloped across the ground, kicking up dust.
Yet in comparison to the Jin cavalry that encircled Taiyuan like dark clouds over a city, they were but a leaf-boast amidst raging waves, at any moment likely to be overturned and shattered to pieces.
As they ventured deeper into the dangerous territory, the complexions of Wang Fang and many of the cavalrymen grew increasingly pale.
But under Zhao Haiping's leadership, they dared not desert the troop, only gritting their teeth and following closely behind, continually praying that they wouldn't encounter a large Jin troop.
"Our lead general's luck shouldn't be that bad, right?"
Many cavalrymen would likely think this.
