"It's Zhao Zilong!!"
"Quickly discard your weapons!"
"General, we are willing to surrender!!"
The enemy soldiers, upon glimpsing the figure on a white horse with a silver spear, instantly panicked. The majority threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground, leaving only a handful still resisting.
Those few, seeing the white horse general and realizing the situation was hopeless, shouted aloud, then drew their swords to commit suicide.
Zhuang Yang looked around. The sounds of thousands clashing quieted with just one sentence, showcasing the formidable reputation of the white horse general.
He peered into the distance at a brave and handsome general charging on a white horse. This person's extraordinary presence and high reputation meant he must be a senior military officer, definitely knowledgeable about the affair's ins and outs.
"Bandit! How dare you!!"
