Shoot the Flag

Gu Shenwei abruptly realized that nearly half of his spear had been destroyed, and that he had lost the spearhead a long time ago. The end of the spear was now dyed black by congealed blood. With this headless spear, he had still killed many enemies.

He threw his spear away and whipped out his Five Peaks Saber instead. Vigilance suddenly rose in his mind – the sounds of bugle horns and yelling seemed to be much weaker than before. He turned his head back and saw that only a small procession of about 3,000 men at the most remained.

Long Fanyun was still among the troops, holding the Red Crow Flag. The look on his face was so firm and persistent that it almost seemed a little numb, as if he had forgotten everything besides holding the flag and marching on.