These people, riding on the backs of wolves, rise and fall as they draw their bowstrings, as if hunting swift yellow antelopes and gray hares amidst the White Mountain and Black Water...
And before this dark, surging tide of Rushing Wolf Cavalry, there was also a cavalry force of about three thousand, fighting and retreating, launching attacks, and intercepting the pursuit of the Hu Cavalry.
"Flee, flee quickly, beyond Xiao Pass lies the One-Line Blade Gorge, set ambushes along the way, it can hold back the pursuit of the Rushing Wolf Cavalry."
On the left wing of the Rushing Wolf Cavalry, a beautiful middle-aged Daoist lady in a moon-white double fish Daoist robe, with deep fatigue on her face, wields a long-handled horse-cutting saber, each strike claiming lives as she charges and clashes.
