Chapter Seventy-Two: A Gentle Zephyr

Emilian had watched with horror as the blade of General Su cut through Bai Long, but he himself was several yards away, surrounded by three soldiers who were making an attempt to spear the great black horse. The horse itself was like a trained serviceman.  The gelding struck out with its hind feet, making a square and solid impact on the chest of a soldier who was trying to sneak up behind.  In the next instant, the horse reared up and brought one massive hoof down on the head of another rebel.  With an angry snort, Onyx caught the shaft of a spear in his great white teeth and ripped it out of the hands of a surprised soldier. Meanwhile from the saddle, Emilian swung the sword, cutting down any man who came within reach.