"Such powerful elite cavalry." Uloran Clan touched the wound on his waist. This wound was not inflicted by Hua Xiong, but by an ordinary Xiliang Iron Cavalry in the fleeting moment they passed each other. Similarly, Hua Xiong's wound was not inflicted by him.
Turning his head to look at Hua Xiong, who had already charged into the camp, Uloran Clan chose not to pursue. Instead, with a fierce expression, he ordered the drums of war to be sounded, then led his troops towards the gateway of the Northern Huns camp. Under the silver glow of the bright moon, he clearly saw the Han Army advancing on foot.
[How did the Han Army get here? Is there a traitor?] This thought flashed through Uloran Clan's mind for a moment before it vanished immediately. There absolutely couldn't be a traitor; everyone here had to be one of their own. This was Uloran Clan's confidence.
