One person and one horse stood under the vast sky, in front of the towering army, as small as a grain in the ocean. Yet, this sixteen-year-old warhorse and the precisely sixteen-year-old youth led all the Black Wind Riders, fearlessly standing in front of the army of Liang Country.
"Kid, are you the commander of the Black Wind Riders, Xiao Liulang? I've heard you're quite formidable!"
At the front of Liang Country's camp, a robust, broad-shouldered Liang Country general, wielding a spiked mace, rode forward a few steps.
He looked at Gu Jiao with his nostrils flaring upwards, "Dare you fight me?"
A duel?
This indeed is one way to commence a battle between two armies.
Mu Qingchen rode up beside Gu Jiao: "His name is Pan Long, one of Chu Feipeng's fierce generals. I once accompanied my grandfather on a diplomatic mission to Liang Country and saw him at the Grand Hall. This man is exceedingly violent and cruel; captives under him seldom meet a good fate."
