At this moment, Chou Niu's face was as dark as water. He stared at the people fighting below, his eyes filled with ferocity.
Right then, he saw Xiao Niu swinging the big saber in his hand. That saber was the only relic his father had left him. Back then, his father had taken this saber onto the battlefield; today, he too wanted to use this saber to earn merit on the battlefield.
With that thought, Xiao Niu raised the big saber and charged at the enemy. The enemy was a burly soldier of the Grey Wolf Army. Seeing a little kid swinging a big saber rushing toward him, he was first incredulous, then full of mockery, and charged straight at Xiao Niu.
Xiao Niu was not afraid at all, carrying the aura of a calf unafraid of tigers. He swung the big saber down, but that burly Grey Wolf Army soldier dodged easily, then brought his own blade down in a chop aimed right at the back of Xiao Niu's neck. This strike could clearly chop Xiao Niu's head right off.
