Bang! Bang! Bang!
Puffs of white smoke abruptly billowed up along the front lines of the Xiliang Army's position. Several hundred paces away, the Yan Army light cavalry charging forward fell in swaths as though scytes of death had swept through them.
Yet the Yan cavalry behind them seemed utterly unaware. Their eyes were wide with fury, their spears raised high in their clenched hands, while they desperately drove the spurs set into the heels of their combat boots into their mounts' flanks, forcing them to maintain their wildest, most ferocious pace.
Such a cruel practice was clearly highly abnormal for Yan cavalrymen, who cherished their Warhorses more than their wives and children.
For once a mount had exhausted its strength, it would very likely collapse and never rise again. Even if it survived, it would be completely ruined.
But they had no other choice!
The Xiliang Army's musket formation ahead had already withstood five consecutive cavalry charges from the Yan Army, yet it remained standing as firm as a mountain.
Before the formation lay countless corpses of Great Yan soldiers.
The problem was that if they could not break through the musket formation, they would be unable to deal a fatal blow to the Xiliang Army.
And it would be impossible for them to win this decisive battle!
Seven days earlier, the Xiliang Army had suddenly marched west out of Hanhai Pass. That very day, they had captured Dongwang City and taken more than a hundred thousand soldiers and civilians within the city prisoner.
Immediately afterward, this army had successively captured Lower Shoal, White Sand, and Stone Cliff, three cities in all.
Great Yan had been caught completely off guard.
Although Great Yan had already begun mobilizing for another campaign against West Liang, the various armies being assembled were