Chen Ping dashed back to Xuanwu Camp. Before he could order the drums to gather the generals, he saw several figures swiftly darting over.
Behind them followed a large crowd of chaotic troops, numbering in the hundreds.
"Junior brother, is there a battle coming up? I just heard the sounds of killing." The fastest runner was not Han Wushang or Sima Rou, but the impatient Han Xiaoru who had been watching the camp entrance intently.
She had already donned her armor, mounted her warhorse, and was ready for the expedition.
"That's right, senior sister, your response is quick. No wonder you're the Cavalry Commander; at least you've grasped the essence of aggressive cavalry tactics well."
Chen Ping didn't have time for lengthy explanations, turning to Sima Rou: "Master, please organize all the disciples. I have a tactic that can consolidate military might and boost morale.
This battle is against many enemies, unlike Jianghu skirmishes, and requires full dedication."
"Alright."
