The horses' flying hooves soon kicked up a rampant dust storm.
The Marquis of Stability, Zhao Sheng, as well as his two sons were valiant and skillful in battle. After dividing their forces, the 3000 elite troops burst through the zombie army's defenses with an unstoppable force. They directly stabbed into the enemy's rear like a sharp blade and started eliminating the zombies on a large scale.
Zhao Sheng had already caught a distant glimpse of His Highness the Crown Prince standing on top of Qingluan. Seeing that the crown prince was still composed and unharmed, he naturally sighed in relief, and he slaughtered the zombies with his machete with even greater gusto.
"Your Highness!"
"Uncle, the crown prince consort and I are both alright."
"Good, good!" Using his hand, Zhao Sheng signaled for the 3000 elite troops to split up into 10 groups so that they could clean up the nearby zombies in batches.
