The sound of horse hooves was deafening as thirty Liao cavalrymen arrived in an instant.
"General Halle, is there anything unusual here?"
On horseback, a bearded general asked loudly.
However, on this grassland, besides the sound of the wind, no one answered.
At this moment, the bearded general's face tightened, and he gave a signal to the personal guard beside him.
A cavalry guard dismounted, holding a scimitar, and cautiously approached the corpse of Scout General Halle.
Just then, the corpse of the scout general suddenly stood up.
Before the cavalry guard could react, there was a flash of a fist!
"Bang~!"
"Crack~!"
The cavalryman was directly knocked flying, spitting blood wildly, tracing an arc in the air.
"Enemy attack!"
The cavalry instantly surrounded him.
Wang Teng made successive moves!
"Bang~!" "Bang~!" "Bang~!"
Instantly, the sound of fists whistled in the air!
Each punch carried the force of a thousand pounds!
