The eyes of the cavalryman turned red.
As a squad leader of the Great Yan Iron Cavalry, he had always held himself in high regard, especially looking down on these civilian martial artists, seeing them as mere ragtag fighters with nothing but brute courage.
But now, he was trampled by the person he looked down on the most; what a humiliation this was.
So he struggled hard, trying to free himself from Zhao Ya's foot and lift his head.
But no matter how hard he tried, Zhao Ya's foot didn't move an inch, as if it were not a foot but a mountain.
At the same time, his subordinates' faces changed drastically, and someone shouted, "Let go of our captain, or face military punishment."
Zhao Ya frowned.
He really hadn't expected these people to be so overbearing; he had already said in advance that he would crush the man's head if anyone dared to move.
Their continued threats suggested what their usual way of doing things was like.
