Chapter 522: Summoning the Rain
With a single command, the northern cavalry, who had been eyeing the situation menacingly, finally moved.
Like a dark tide, they surged down the mountain, their thundering iron hooves striking fear into the hearts of the retreating members of the Golden Serpent Camp. Despairing, they looked up at the figure on the watchtower.
“Great wind, rise!” Song Qingshu raised his hands again, as if some divine power had heard his call. No sooner had he spoken than the gentle breeze in the valley turned into a fierce gale. Sand and rocks flew everywhere, making it difficult for anyone to keep their eyes open. The charging Qing cavalry, heading directly into the wind, were hit the hardest. The formation quickly became disordered.
The members of the Golden Serpent Camp had already received orders and promptly took out their weapons, forming a defensive line. Unlike before, they seemed as if they had been injected with adrenaline; some even let out excited howls, their morale suddenly soaring to its peak.
“How is this possible!” Sa Bu Su cursed under his breath. Could someone really control the forces of nature? But he quickly pushed aside the sudden fear and weakness. He knew that once cavalry had started their charge, if they were suddenly ordered to stop, the rear would crash into the front, leading to their own defeat without even engaging in battle.
At this point, the arrow was already on the string, and despite the wind, Sa Bu Su had no choice but to order the cavalry to continue their charge, hoping to crush the ragtag group below in one fell swoop.
The northern army, known for their years of defending the northern borders, quickly overcame their initial panic under Sa Bu Su’s command. Despite squinting against the wind, they continued their charge down the mountain.
“Lightning strike!”
Song Qingshu’s mysterious voice rang out again.