Their fame was immense; except for the heavy cavalry of the Royal Court's main forces, the rest of the King's Departments turned pale at the mere mention of the Beiliang Army's name.
"How many people?"
"Less than three hundred!"
"Three hundred...." Qishan Molan breathed a sigh of relief, drew the scimitar from his waist, and shouted sharply:
"Attack, kill them!"
A pioneer like him on the grasslands had another command from the Great Khan besides reconnaissance, and that was to kill everyone they encountered,
preventing the Beiliang Army from detecting the movements of the Royal Court's army.
Their secrets had been concealed, and their task was to kill all living things.
Even when encountering small Barbarian tribes along the way, they were slaughtered to prevent any possibility of sending messages to the Beiliang Army.
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
