Chapter 52

The iron hooves clattered, and blades rang out in unison. Zhang Rong wiped his damp eyes and signaled for the five hundred remaining cavalrymen to launch another charge against the enemy. As he glanced back at the corpse of Gao Wencai, a complex mix of emotions welled up within him. The Eastern Depot had always looked down upon the Brocade Guard, calling them nothing more than the Emperor's dogs, while claiming they themselves were the true servants of the Crown. Yet, for some reason, he felt a sudden, sharp sorrow at Gao Wencai's death. Perhaps it was the memory of those few meals of roasted buns they had shared. Transforming his grief into rage, Zhang Rong spurred his mount and charged toward the enemy commander. Inspired by his lead, the five hundred cavalrymen poured forward like a rushing torrent. In cavalry warfare, victory favors the bold.