The night wind howled, whipping against Gao Wencai’s uniform with a sharp, rhythmic snapping sound. His eyes were bloodshot, and his blood seemed to be boiling within him. His heart hammered against his ribs as the sounds of shouting and the thunder of hooves behind him began to fade into the distance. Seeing the enemy closing in, he hoisted his saber high and brought it down with all his might!
The blade bit into the neck of a rebel bandit, the sheer force of the impact toppling the man from his horse as blood sprayed into the air. When a long horse-lance swept toward him, Gao Wencai leaned backward, lying flat against his mount’s back, and with a flick of his wrist, claimed another life.
Under his leadership, the Ming Army cavalry drove forward, tearing a gap in the enemy formation. In the blink of an eye, the Ming troops and the rebel bandits were locked in a chaotic melee.
Chapter 50