With a clanging sound, thud!
Wulu didn't even have time to block Zhao Yun's move before he was pierced in the forehead!
He couldn't help but widen his eyes in disbelief; his large body swayed and powerlessly fell off his horse, meeting his end with a shattered skull.
From Wulu's charge to the clash between both sides, it was merely a single round, and life and death were decided in an instant!
The morale on the bandit side plummeted, and there was panic among them.
In contrast, Ding Ling's side saw a surge in morale, with drums beating to boost their spirits and loud cheers.
Several days of bandit suppression.
Ding Ling and Zhao Yun had already become the revered 'Divine Generals' in the camp!
The defending troops of Changshan County had always fought poorly, often bullied by bandits, not daring to fight back, and only defending the city passively.
This caused the bandit scourge to grow increasingly rampant.
