"The warriors of the grassland, rush! The opportunity to kill the white-armored general is here!"

"Everyone goes away, let me do it first!"

The Turkic cavalry around them shouted loudly and rushed towards Qin Zichuan impatiently.

Facing Qin Zichuan's shaking body, they seemed to see the vast grassland waving to them, and even more, they seemed to see the scene of the saint of the grassland Yang Shuang lying quietly on the bed.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

Bai Ma Yi Cong kept waving the Northern Tang sword in his hands and finally came to Qin Zichuan.

But at this time, there were less than thirty people in the White Horses' Cong.

They were all scarred and exhausted, and had already reached the end of the strong bow.

"General, let's retreat."

"General, if we don't leave, we will be too late."
Chapter completed!