Amid the neighing of the warhorse, Evan Zhao forgot to think and rode forward instinctively, constantly swinging his dagger to kill the enemies in front of him.
The Hun's blade cut across his arm, but Evan Zhao didn't feel any pain. Instead, with red eyes, he cut off the opponent's wrist with a backhanded knife, and thrust his arm forward, stabbing the knife into the opponent's chest.
The number of Hu cavalry was several times that of Han people. Even though everyone fought hard and was willing to sacrifice their lives, the defense lines on the east and west sides of the livestock farm were crushed one after another.
The Hun cavalry rushed into the livestock farm, pushing down the fence.
Evan Zhao's eyes were filled with blood, but he could not break out of the encirclement of the Hu cavalry no matter what. He could only watch as the Huns waved bone clubs and short knives and rode their horses towards the sheepfold and wooden house.
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