This time, the seven generals of the Zhenhai Army did not urge their battle flags again. Instead, they gave orders to their subordinates when Zheng Ming charged in, leaving some behind and letting the rest flee.
The Big Black Bull hadn't experienced such an exciting event for an unknown length of time. At Zheng Ming's urging, it let out a roar like thunder, its four bowl-sized hooves pounding as it charged straight ahead.
The rearguard left by the Zhenhai Army numbered a full hundred thousand, all formidable and intrepid warriors. However, they were still pierced through by Zheng Ming's charge from front to end. Those that had fled a hundred miles away, faced Zheng Ming's onslaught.
Once, twice, three times...
Amid Zheng Ming's frenzied assault, the Zhenhai Army fought while retreating. By the time they had retreated three thousand miles, the largest group of Zhenhai Army only had three thousand men.
