Liu Wenyao yanked hard on his horse’s reins, wheeling his mount around to charge toward the Eight Banners line.
Fifteen thousand cavalrymen moved as one. The great army surged forward, forming a semicircle that drove like a spearhead toward the center of the enemy formation. Under the blinding sun, the charging Ming Army appeared like a dark cloud swallowing the horizon, staining the earth black. The ground trembled, and the grass shivered. The rhythmic, thunderous drumming of hooves hammered against the heart of every Ming soldier.
Closer... closer...
Chapter 252