Those who have lived and breathed with warhorses can recognize this scent.
Wu Hua gritted his teeth and said:
"It's a large group of horses, along with strong bows that can shoot hundreds of zhang (a unit of length) away."
On the distant grassland, there were faint shadows, hazy and illusory, gradually approaching. The Qin Army was eager to light the Beacon Tower, but before they could ignite it, a gust of Vigorous Qi wrapped around spinning arrows and shot forth, reaching distances beyond what a mere strong bow could achieve.
Flames exploded in the air in clusters.
On the towering mountain wall behind, arrows were deeply embedded in the rock, forming a character of Great Qin.
Kill.
Simultaneously, the distant pale black was near; Yang Xinghuai gasped in shock. It was a herd of warhorses, each mounted with a tall knight clad in heavy Iron Armor, holding a massive sword of the Western Regions style, its blade cold like fallen snow.
The Iron Cavalry converged into a formation.
