An Chengsi lay down behind the rubble, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
Thirty steps away, five iron camel cavalry were inspecting the corpse of the missionary. These Huoluo people were tall and tall, wearing black scale armor, and their horses were a whole head taller than the Mongolian horses of the Tang Dynasty. The most terrifying thing is the scimitar in their hands - the back of the knife is thick, but the blade is as thin as a cicada's wing. Just now, the knife split the deputy's breastplate.
