"Kill!!!"
The shouts of the enemy cavalry echoed right behind, as if a long spear would pierce through my back in the next second!
Even though I knew death was about to arrive, I was still running without strength.
The roar in my ears grew closer, and I only felt the Death God approaching incessantly. I dared not turn back, fearing that once I did, I would be shocked into immobility.
Soon enough, our cavalry swiftly brushed past me. Following them were the enemy cavalry!
"Am I really going to die here?" At that moment, my mind went blank, and I finally mustered the courage to turn around. As I turned, my eyes fixed on a spear in a cavalryman's hand, enlarging rapidly in my vision. The blood-stained tip and the red tassels, splattering with blood, formed a magnificent image, directly thrusting towards my body!
"Puff!" The long spear pierced into my chest!
