Yang Shenxing made a sound of surprise. After the two cavalry armies with roughly the same number of people each broke into their own formation, the other side did not collapse like a landslide under Wen Qi's charge. They still had the strength to fight? The old general was originally worried that this was the enemy's plan to lure them in. Wen Qi was young and impetuous. If their cavalry suffered too many losses here, it would not be good. The old man laughed self-deprecatingly. "After all, this is not the time when we fought West Chu. How could there be so many bloody battles to the death?"
Yang Shenxing quietly watched the situation on the battlefield. When the old man saw the elite cavalry that his son had secretly mocked as "three thousand cavalry" charge out, he nodded. Huchen had released them to charge out at the right time. Wen Qi and the enemy's losses were about two to three. Firstly, Wen Qi was not decisive enough when he had the advantage and could not immediately expand the results of the battle. Secondly, this batch of enemy cavalry should be the elite troops that West Chu had spent a lot of money to raise. They were trying to use a victory to boost the morale of the entire West Chu army. Yang Shenxing frowned. The three thousand cavalry were charging with such a huge advantage, yet they were still so hesitant? In the old man's vision, the three thousand cavalry were buried in a large pile of corpses. Their charging speed was clearly much slower. Their horsemanship was not good, but it was more likely that they were frightened by the sight of so many limbs and broken bones that were still alive a moment ago. In less than an hour, the Clamorous Cavalry had left behind more than six hundred corpses. His grandson Yang Wenqi's cavalry had purposely opened up a path for them to pursue, while Yang Huchen continued to advance at a constant speed. After the initial discomfort of the three thousand cavalrymen, their fathers were after all meritorious generals who had survived the battlefield. Only a generation had passed, and it was far from being completely diluted. The three thousand cavalrymen were all descendants of generals, and under the careful protection of their personal squires, everyone fought to be the first.
Yang Shenxing smiled and said softly, "At least there is a little bit of the bravery of your fathers and ancestors fighting for their lives on the battlefield."
Yang Shenxing held the guardrail and his expression suddenly changed.
The earth trembled.
This was not the small scale trembling that the Ji Nan light cavalry brought.
It was the armored cavalry.
The real heavy cavalry!
It wasn't that Yang Shenxing didn't covet the kind of heavy cavalry that could intimidate people just by looking at them. It was just that she didn't have a big horse that could carry heavy loads, and she didn't have enough money to support and maintain it. Moreover, there were no real plains in her territory that she could gallop on. If she lacked one of the three, she could only dream about it. Owning a troop of over a thousand heavy cavalry was an obsession that almost every cavalry general with real power couldn't give up.
Yang Shenxing's face darkened. "Do you really think my Ji Nan soldiers are made of paper if you don't join the Dongyu Plains?"
A black torrent appeared in his field of vision.
Yang Shenxing heaved a sigh of relief. Although it seemed like an irresistible force, it was only a thousand or so cavalry. It wouldn't affect the overall situation. Both of them were fresh and full of stamina. Now, it would be a battle to see who was stronger, between Hu Chen's three thousand light cavalry and the enemy's one thousand heavy cavalry.
The young general Yang Wenqi naturally sensed the enemy's heavy cavalry entering the formation earlier than his grandfather Yang Shenxing.
He shook off the blood on the tip of his spear. He didn't recklessly form a formation to stop them. Instead, he sent someone to order the three thousand cavalry who were 'lying on the back of their horses to immediately retreat. Furthermore, they must not turn around and retreat. They must make a path for his father Yang Huchen's three thousand light cavalry. Of course, at the same time, it was also convenient for the enemy's heavy cavalry to charge forward. However, he chose the lesser of two evils. It was better than having his three thousand cavalry trapped in the middle. Not only would they be killed by the heavy cavalry, they would also have to obstruct the charge of his father's three thousand cavalry. When that time came, his own six thousand men would be in a mess. How could they withstand the huge charge of the enemy's red-armored cavalry? Yang Wenqi looked at the hedonistic sons who were busy stabbing the enemy's light cavalry off their horses with their spears. Some of them even laughed loudly and purposely poked the air with their spears, teasing the enemy soldiers who were dodging under their horses. Yang Wenqi was furious. He quickly rode forward and lightly stabbed the armor of a son of an aristocratic family with his spear. He shouted angrily, "Raise your head and look ahead! If you don't want to die, then retreat according to my orders! "
Fortunately, the one thousand heavy cavalry charging out could not chase after the five thousand cavalry scattered on the battlefield. Under the protection of Yang Wenqi's light cavalry and the retainers of the aristocratic families, the majority of them successfully retreated. However, there were still several hundred young masters who were charging at the front who were slightly dazed. When they came to their senses, they only turned around and fled in a straight line, leaving the one thousand heavy cavalry with a swagger behind them. Yang Wenqi's eyes were red. He saw several familiar figures among the several hundred cavalry. These people were all from Great Peace City who lived in the mansions of marquises and dukes. Yang Wenqi gritted his teeth and had the old soldiers who had fought with his grandfather lead the three hundred personal cavalry to save those bastards.
Yang Wenqi retreated in an arc, tears streaming down his face. He could not bear to look at the scene behind him.
Yang Huchen rode at the front and shouted angrily, "Kill!"
Yang Shenxing's eyes widened. His hands holding the railing could not stop trembling, his veins bulging.
As the one thousand heavy cavalry came out of the water, another one thousand light cavalry charged out from the left and right flanks.
Yang Shenxing was not an immortal, so he could not change the situation of the battle. Without needing him to say anything, the old soldiers of South Ji County started to form a defensive formation under the lead of their captains.
A group of light cavalry of aristocratic families barely dodged the impact of the charging heavy cavalry. When they were retreating crazily from a different route, they still could not catch up with the black tide. They could only watch the heavy cavalry from the side as they kept leaping over their shoulders.
The heavy cavalry was fully equipped with armors and carried only a spear. Their expressions could not be seen. Other than the muffled sound of horse hooves, there was no sound at all.
Then, from the side of the battlefield, they saw countless South Ji County cavalries being knocked away by the heavy cavalry. Many of them were knocked away together with their horses.
There were even two old soldiers of Yang Clan who were pierced through by a spear, and their spears only created some sparks on the armor of the enemy cavalries before they slid away. Only those who were lucky enough to pierce through the gap of the bright red vest with their spears were able to knock the enemy off their horses. However, for those enemies who were destined to fall off their horses, their spears were still able to easily pierce through the South Ji County cavalries in front of them as if they were tofu.
Looking from afar, rows of corpses that were killed on the back of the horses were brazenly knocked away, fell to the ground, and then were trampled into a pile of meat paste.
Yang Shenxing's face was filled with disbelief. He widened his eyes and wondered why his side did not even have the strength to fight back. How difficult was it to train a heavy cavalry that was not a burden on the battlefield, but could decide the outcome with a single strike?
Yang Shenxing was extremely furious. Half of it was because of the 'surprise' brought to him, the General of An Kingdom by the remnants of West Chu, and the other half was because the enemy had underestimated them when they chose to use the old soldiers of South Ji County as their breakthrough point.
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