"Neigh!"
The gales howled and the warhorses neighed. At this moment, warhorse collided with warhorse, saber with sword, Stellar Energy with Stellar Energy, halos with halos …
All the sounds mingled together, throwing the battlefield into chaos.
At this moment, the usefulness of the warhorses was clearly displayed. All the White Braves used the most valiant highland steeds of the plateau. Each of them had a powerful physique and bulging muscles. They had all been handpicked from thousands of people on the plateau.
If these were ordinary horses, the White Braves would only need a single charge to break their bones, but the horses of the Wushang Cavalry were different. Although they had been hastily obtained, they were the best horses of the Turkic steppe, comparable to the horses of the Arabs.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The two groups of warhorses collided. The highland steeds Dayan Mangpoje had carefully selected were actually unable to gain any advantage over Wang Chong's Turkic warhorses.
"Kill!"
"Kill these Tang people!"
"No one can trample on our plateau, no one can insult our general! Kill them all!"
… …
All the Ouzan White Braves madly bellowed, their scimitars whistling through the air. They had a glorious history on the plateau. They had destroyed countless foreign armies, breached capital after capital, killed famed generals, and struck fear into the hearts of countless armies.
This was the glory and accomplishment that all the Ouzan White Braves were proud of!
In the Western Regions, no one could stop them, and there was nothing they could not break. This was something all the White Braves firmly believed.
But at this moment, these guards of the Ouzan capital, the strongest cavalry of the plateau, finally understood that there were existences in the world that were not one bit inferior to them.
Just like them, these people were top-class cavalry.
Bang!
The air trembled and sparks flew. A scimitar, borrowing the momentum of a warhorse's charge, fiercely slashed at the enemy. But in a flash of light, these seemingly unstoppable scimitars of Ouzan White Braves were blocked by a narrow sword.
This sword was not particularly fierce, nor was it very large, but its silver-white blade exuded an inconceivable and mountainous strength. With a single sweep, it was able to block the determined scimitar of an Ouzan White Brave, and yet the sword remained unmoved, as if it had taken root in the air.
"How could this be! When did the people of Wushang get so strong? "
The White Brave with the scar on his brow trembled. He had participated in the night raid of the City of Steel, and he had even thrown his grappling hook to follow Dayan Mangpoje to the top of the city walls.
At that time, not even two or three guards of the City of Steel had been a match for him. In the end, it had been the power of the ballistae that had intimidated them. And that had been during the siege, when they had not been able to display their full strength.
He found it impossible to believe that in the wilderness, where they could display their full strength, those once weak Tang people had become so powerful that they could stand on equal footing with them.
"Hmph, fools. Do you really think that no one in the Tang dynasty can stand against you?"
Before the White Brave with the scar on his brow could react, there was a flash of light as a boot rapidly expanded in front of his eyes. With a boom, the boot kicked out from under his horse, sending him flying from his highland steed.
"Impossible! … "
The White Brave with the scar on his forehead crashed into the ground, rolling several times as he was sent flying, his heart filled with shock. As one of the best soldiers of the Ouzan, an existence that had once destroyed many small kingdoms, the White Braves were extremely experienced in combat. No one had ever fought with them in such a manner.
That kick from under the horse's belly had been tricky and impossible to guard against. He had never even thought about using such a method of combat. Not even the valiant and skilled horsemen of the Turks were able to use this method to fight with them.
This was the first time he had seen cavalry of the Central Plains that were even more agile and skilled than the Turks!
"I can't be bothered with you. You've found the wrong person to run into Marquis!"
With a sneer, the Wushang horseman immediately galloped away. These Ouzan people were extremely arrogant, completely unable to distinguish the difference between the Tang people and the Tang people, nor did they realize that they were fighting with a completely different group of people.
The Wushang cavalry had strict rules and tactics. When fighting, cavalry could only charge, never stop, and they certainly couldn't turn around and chase.
All the Ouzan people who fell off their horses would be killed by the other Wushang cavalry behind them.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As the two armies clashed, countless people watched as the five thousand Wushang Cavalry displayed their astonishing horsemanship for the first time on the stage of the world. The Wushang Cavalry attacked from the abdomen, the neck, and even the buttocks of the horses. They attacked from all angles and positions, and there was nothing that they could not attack.
Some of the Wushang cavalry even managed to get under the White Braves' horses and attack from the rear, kicking one White Brave after another off their horses.
These astounding and inconceivable horsemanship techniques were easily displayed by the Wushang Cavalry, who had grown up in the mountains and precipitous valleys.
This sight left the distant Qixi Protectorate and the distant Ouzan army dumbfounded.
"Heavens, just where did this Wang Chong find these people? Our Tang Dynasty has cavalry even more skilled than the Turks! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it!"
"This isn't the cavalry we saw before. It hasn't even been two months. Just how did he do it?"
"This is a miracle! These cavalry are at least as strong as two of us, no! They're at least as strong as three or four of our Qixi Protectorate soldiers, maybe even more! "
… …
The Qixi Protectorate generals, Heba Ye included, were all dumbfounded by this sight. Although Fomonlința said nothing, his eyes were also flickering, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
"General!"
In the rear of the army, an Ouzan general turned his head to Dusong Mangpoje, deep concern in his eyes.
This sort of Tang dynasty army was definitely not a blessing for the Ouzan.
"I understand …"
Dusong Mangpoje squinted into the distance. His voice was flat and indifferent, but everyone could sense the thick killing intent in his narrowed eyes.
No matter how Dayan Mangpoje ended up, this Young Marquis of the Tang Dynasty and the five thousand cavalry behind him would all die!
"Ready!"
Dusong Mangpoje looked forward and raised an arm.
The Ouzan general understood, a smile on his lips, and he quickly left.
Regardless of what was going on in the rear, the battle on the front had reached its most intense level.
The performance of the Wushang cavalry had far surpassed everyone's expectations. One White Brave after another fell to the ground, their horses galloping away in a cloud of dust. One group of cavalry after another charged forward, paying no attention to the fallen White Braves. Behind them, Wushang cavalry clattered and clattered.
Clang!
As the White Braves looked on in fear, a second wave of Wushang cavalry arrived. The swords in their hands swung through the air, gleaming with cold and sinister light as they slashed at the necks of the White Braves. No matter how thick Ouzan's plate armor was, it was useless in a place where it could not be protected.
No matter how strong the body of flesh and blood was, it could not block the sharp blade of a sword.
"Ah! Boom! "
Just when the fallen White Braves were ready to be killed, there was a flash of white light from where the swords had struck. A milky-white barrier of light covered the necks of the White Braves, blocking this sure-kill blow.
Determined to succeed, the combined attack of man and horse only managed to send the White Braves tumbling through the air, but it didn't kill them.
“！！！”
This sudden sight left all the Wushang cavalry dumbfounded.
"How could this be?!"
How could the body of flesh and blood stop the sharp blade of a sword? Not even they would have been able to block the full-strength charge of the cavalry, but not only had the White Braves managed to block it, they didn't seem to have suffered any serious injuries.
This was not something that should have happened in a normal battle.
And what was up with that thin layer of white light around the necks of the White Braves?
This was the first time the Wushang cavalry had encountered such a situation, and they had no idea how to explain it. Moreover, eighty percent of the reason the White Braves had been able to block the full-strength attack of their warhorses was because of that thin layer of white light.
"Hahaha …"
At this sight, one of the White Braves roared with laughter and stood up. His face had been covered in fear, but now it was filled with excitement and no fear.
"It's the Great Bon Priest!
A white swastika rune appeared on his forehead. This rune seemed to contain a special energy. Kaclack! The power of the rune surged through his body. In a flash, the White Brave's muscles began to bulge and his bones began to grow taller. His strength seemed to instantly double.
Bang!
The White Braves punched. As Neigh's horse neighed, his fist struck the belly of a Wushang warhorse that had leapt over his head. The enormous force sent the warhorse and the Wushang rider flying ten-some zhang.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Similar scenes were taking place everywhere. One White Brave after another began to swell in strength, sending the Wushang Cavalry around them flying.
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