"It's over. These Eight Thousand Iron Cavalry are done for!"
Scholar in Green Robes shook his head helplessly and was about to leave.
However, just as he turned around, the young servant suddenly widened his eyes.
"Wow! Master, no, this isn't right. Look, look! This cavalry unit doesn't seem to be what we thought it was!"
Hearing this, Scholar in Green Robes looked up, only to be stunned by the sight before him.
The Eight Thousand Iron Cavalry showed no intention of accelerating into a charge. Instead, led by the man at the front, they advanced slowly.
Once the Mongol Yuan cavalry drew near, they all took out their bows and fired a volley at them.
A dense rain of arrows immediately flew toward them.
Yet upon seeing this, the Eight Thousand Iron Cavalry showed no concern whatsoever and simply allowed the arrows to strike them.
However, when the sharp arrows landed on their bodies, they merely produced a series of clanks, without injuring a single person.
Moreover, since everyone wore bright silver masks,
even arrows striking their faces had no effect and were instead deflected away.
Then, before everyone's astonished eyes,
the Eight Thousand Iron Cavalry emerged from the arrow rain completely unscathed.
Even their warhorses had not suffered the slightest injury.
At this sight, everyone froze, including Prince Ruyang and the others.
Originally, they had believed that the armor of these eight thousand cavalrymen could not possibly be real.
After all, even if they could somehow produce eight thousand sets of such exquisite iron armor, where would they find eight thousand men with such terrifying strength, along with eight thousand equally terrifying warhorses?
Thus, in their estimation, the cavalrymen were at most covered in rotten wood and similar materials, with a thin layer of iron sheeting added over