The iron hooves of the warhorses shattered the tranquility of the grassland as Gang Le led the squad like an icy edge piercing into the crowd ahead.
Scenes of bloody slaughter had already played out in his mind, and Gang Le was eager to unleash the restless energy within him.
But before he could lead his brothers to charge at those people, the crowd scattered in all directions like a flock of startled birds.
"Not here to rob?"
Gang Le was stunned for a moment, "Are they really refugees?"
Gang Le quickly put away the war axe that had yet to see blood and commanded loudly, "Stop them!"
Refugees could also be turned into slaves!
"Doron to the west, Jess to the south, Klie to the east!"
Gang Le whipped the reins fiercely, spurred his horse to chase after the furthest-running refugee, and lashed out with his whip to bring them down!
"Those who want to eat, stay where you are obediently!"
"Those who want to die, keep running!"
