Rumble!
The warhorses galloped, leaving behind a patch of mud.
Five hundred people went out, and five hundred people came back.
The difference was that when they went out, everyone was clean. After they came back, they were covered in blood and had an invisible killing intent. They were like an unsharpened sword that had gone through a great battle. After killing everyone, it was sharpened, it became even sharper.
Other than that, there was also a huge fire on the grassland that burned for an entire night.
The gazes of the chaotic lands were all focused on Changle Street and Changle Manor.
Countless spies ran around and went out to investigate. When they saw the huge fire, saw the symbol of the great river caravan, and saw the caravan belonging to the third prince, everyone was stunned.
The new Changle Marquis had led 500 soldiers and massacred the third Prince's caravan, killing 600 to 700 people.
Wasn't this too arrogant?