Li Guanyi personally led the bridle forward, the soldiers of the Qilin Army bowed their heads, offering sufficient respect to the mother of their strategist, while Zhao Jiao cursed in his heart, "Which band of mountain robbers or chaotic army is this?! Or a warlord, or some General?!"
How could they possibly be here?!
He shrank back, hoping he wouldn't be noticed.
Indeed, Li Guanyi paid him no attention.
Because, the sound of a second wave of iron cavalry was already approaching.
Li Guanyi raised his eyes, saying, "Form ranks."
Ling Pingyang followed the military order, and the entire Qilin Army remounted. Li Guanyi had the little donkey of Shaking Light and Xu Huilan's horse ride side by side, then he personally mounted his warhorse. The sounds from the warhorse were deep and solemn, faintly resembling the roar of a ferocious tiger.
