Zhang Liao badly wanted to join the fight again.
But he knew he couldn't.
He had to quickly return to the supply point and regroup with Hua Xiong!
As long as he joined forces with the Heavy Cavalry Flying Bear Army and reached the vast territory!
The offensive and defensive roles would surely reverse!
Whoosh, whoosh!
The sounds of arrows breaking through the air were continuous.
After shooting down no less than fifty to sixty lagging Wolf Cavalry, Ding Ling reached for more arrows but found nothing.
He picked up the spear hanging from one side of his horse, galloped forward, and came to the mount of a dead Wolf Rider, pulling the quiver, bow, and arrows hanging from the horse's side.
The arrows he had prepared earlier had been taken away by that scoundrel Dong Huang amid the chaos.
Along with those few horses.
Ding Ling could only shoot arrows while replenishing his equipment along the way.
Luckily, every Wolf Rider had a bow and a quiver.
