Lynn raised his right hand, and the soldiers' unified response immediately ceased.
Just a few seconds later.
The rectangular formation of 3,800 soldiers fell into silence.
So quiet that everyone could clearly hear their own heartbeat!
Lynn moved his right hand, tightly gripping the hilt of his one-handed sword at his waist.
With a scraping sound of metal, the blade was drawn, pointing straight to the sky.
Lynn pulled the reins with his left hand, changing directions, and swung the one-handed sword forward with his right.
He shouted loudly, "March with me!"
Lynn suddenly flicked the reins in his hand, and Mo Ying charged towards the outer gate of Weng City's walls.
Red, Rose, and the soldiers around them were invigorated.
They urged their warhorses underneath them to trot forward, following closely.
The formation of 3,800 soldiers passed through the Inner City and city walls, marching on the well-paved red brick road.
