Anning galloped with the wind, his hair fluttering at the temples.
At this moment, he no longer needed to think about complex tactics and strategies; he just needed to focus on slashing.
He chose the enemy's foremost flag as his target, pressed tightly against the horse's back, and galloped at full speed.
The horse sword raised high above his head reflected the sunlight, blazing like a torch.
The flag bearer followed closely behind him, holding high the General's Military Flag.
**
Anning's line of troops was positioned in the middle with the third and fourth brigade; soldiers from these brigades saw Anning charge towards the enemy lines.
"The General is charging!" someone shouted.
"It's the General, the General is charging!"
Just then, the charge bugle sounded, and hearing the bugle, various officers ordered, "Everyone, charge!"
Thus, soldiers from both brigades roared as they fiercely charged forward, like tigers descending the mountain.
