Chapter 1332 – Targeting Huang Song, Unifying Dongqing (Seventy-Three)
Cavalry holds a pivotal position on the battlefield; with firearms not yet widely prevalent or developed, the cavalry’s mythos is almost unbreakable. It’s not that cavalry cannot be dealt with, but the price to pay far outweighs the gains—this is the terrifying aspect of cavalry.
Their mobility is incredibly strong—whether charging in formation or retreating, how can two-legged soldiers outrun four-legged horses?
Their ability to charge and inflict damage is also a cornerstone of the cavalry myth.
Moreover, ancient warfare heavily relied on military formations to transform the disorganized into organized, achieving a qualitative leap from quantitative change.
Cavalry not only crashes into and cuts through formations but also prevents the enemy from maintaining any effective defense or offense.
Jiang Pengji’s cavalry includes not just light cavalry but also heavy cavalry that has crushed foes in the Northern Border!
With a light and heavy combination cooperating, whether in offense or other tactics, the effectiveness is naturally superior to a single troop type.
Huang Song, mindful of this, surely recognized this point. To counter this fearsome cavalry unit, he conferred with others for a long time and finally devised a slightly restraining tactic. He aimed to employ a more flexible military formation, luring the enemy into a trap while avoiding their full force, then tearing them apart. Running cavalry are like wolves or tigers; caught in a sea of soldiers, they become lambs ready for slaughter, their capabilities limited.
To keep the enemy from suspecting any tricks in the formation, Huang Song and the others made some modifications to the vanguard.
This tactic works fine against ordinary folks but is essentially overkill against Jiang Pengji—a classic case of pulling down one’s pants to fart, wholly unnecessary.
Not to mention her inherent mental capabilities; even the overhead cameras in the livestream could survey angles.
She sharply noticed the characteristics of Huang Song’s formation and promptly ordered her messenger to relay the information.
The rhythm of the horns and military drums abruptly changed!
At this time, the heavy cavalry had braved a torrential downpour of arrows, closing in within mere yards of the enemy front.
For galloping war horses, such a distance is but the blink of an eye.
The soldiers on horseback heard the command change; they pulled tight on the reins to turn their steeds while raising their thick shields to smash down on the advancing enemies. The enemy used formation tactics to jab at the horses’ underbellies, and although the horses were armored, they still neighed in pain.
The heavy cavalry was the money-burning powerhouse under Jiang Pengji, their combined weight akin to that of humanoid tanks.
Charging through, they exuded pure, violent dominance; that kind of force is not something mere flesh can withstand.
In a heartbeat, they burst through, yet instead of plunging straight in, they curved sharply towards the enemy’s flanks.
The light cavalry had it even simpler; upon receiving orders, they split into several units and circled toward the enemy’s sides.
Look at that! Are the cavalry backing down?
Huang Song’s soldiers were baffled, while only Huang Song and others, who were keenly aware of the battlefield situation, paled in understanding.
The cavalry weren’t backing down—they knew traps lay ahead, avoiding needless sacrifices and instead choosing to strike at the less defended flanks? Cheng Jing clenched his fist at this possibility, disbelief washing over him—was the response too swift?
In contrast to Cheng Jing’s composed demeanor, Huang Song reacted more visibly.
He muttered, “Lan Ting, oh Lan Ting, truly my nemesis.”
Despite the heavy mood, Huang Song concealed his despondency; as the lord, if he panicked, what would happen to his subordinates?
Since the cavalry didn’t deliver a significant blow to the enemy’s main force, when the two armies clashed, the battle became nothing short of brutal. Jiang Pengji observed the battlefield situation, suppressing her urge to join the fray, instead maintaining her composure to command all sides strategically.
From a distance, Han Yu couldn’t help but admire, “The lord truly possesses the demeanor of a fierce general.”
Yang Si added, “The lord is also wise like a strategist.”
Fortunately, there’s only one lord like this; if there were more, wouldn’t the military strategists and generals lose their jobs?
Meanwhile, Wei Ci wore a solemn expression.
He knew the balance of the battlefield was slowly tipping towards the lord, yet—
Yet Feng Jue under Huang Song’s command had yet to appear, which made him inexplicably anxious.
Wei Ci wouldn’t underestimate anyone who survived a chaotic world; after all, Feng Jue had once assisted the emperor as a high-ranking official.
As he pondered deeply, the front line had devolved into chaos, and in no time, the ground was strewn with corpses. The cries of combatants resonated through the air, shaking the very ground beneath them. Luo Yue was in charge of the left flank, Qin Gong took point, while the right flank was led by Nong Qin, recently promoted newcomers joining the fray.
The two forces intermixed, engaged in brutal combat, and they could hardly tell friend from foe if not for their distinct uniforms.
One soldier might have just slain an enemy when the next moment his own body was pierced by an enemy’s weapon.
Yang Si appeared calm, yet his gaze kept straying towards a certain direction.
In truth, even sitting atop his horse, the elevation hardly allowed him to see past the dense wall of people, yet he couldn’t help but look.
In the past, it didn’t matter, but now that he had clear thoughts, nothing was more heart-wrenching than the combination of literature and martial prowess.
What is a military general?
A profession where your fate hangs by a thread; the battlefield is so chaotic that even a god could be mistakenly injured.
“Ah—what a headache.”
Han Yu rolled his eyes and shot him a glance, asking, “What’s so troubling? The situation is favorable for our army; what’s there to worry about?”
Yang Si replied, “You wouldn’t understand; this is concern.”
Han Yu scoffed, “My eldest son, Han Run, has been studying at Golden Scales Academy for ages.”
A single man with no wife to speak of mocking someone with a complete family—who gave him the audacity?
Yang Si: “…”
Perhaps… it was the lord?
Han Yu and Nong Qin had limited interaction, but they were aware of her unusual silence; though a woman, she was no less than any ordinary fierce general.
Speaking a harsh truth, he felt that Yang Si, a rotten old stump, could never reach her level.
If Yang Si ever found out about this, he’d likely explode with anger, drawing his sword to strike Han Yu.
At this moment, Nong Qin was commanding the right flank against the enemy.
Having built her reputation over many years in the military, the generals under the lord wouldn’t dare underestimate her, not to mention the newly promoted ordinary commanders. Whatever orders she issued, none would dare protest or question, keeping the right flank stable, making it difficult for the enemy to expand their gains.
Simultaneously, while coordinating with the center to restrain the enemy, she and the center made the enemy frantic.
Who wouldn’t give her a thumbs up upon seeing her like this?
They didn’t question women, except for two exceptions—one being the inscrutable lord and the other the imposing Commander Jiang.
Despite Nong Qin being viewed as an older unmarried woman, the number of secret admirers wasn’t small; they just lacked the courage to express it.
“Nong Qin, there’s a situation in the rear!”
Nong Qin’s expression tightened, “What?”
