"Ha ha!"
"Ha he!"
"He ha!"
The Wuhuan cavalry galloped and circled around the infantry, who had already formed up.
They tried to find a weakness in the infantry formation.
No one would charge a well-formed infantry line.
Relying on their skilled horsemanship, they approached in groups of three or five, came within a hundred meters, then began drawing their bows and firing in high arcs.
Some also used the momentum of their horses to hurl stones wrapped in leather straps.
Others threw crude javelins that did not even have iron spearheads.
This was what a real Three Kingdoms battlefield looked like.
Most grassland tribesmen did not have standardized weapons.
They simply used whatever they had at hand.
Only after establishing a unified empire could such standardization be achieved.
During their rise, they could only seek out weapons they could make themselves.
Ranged weapons came first.
No one would be foolish enough to charge into battle against well-trained infantry.
If the infantry had no ranged means at all, these constantly harassing cavalrymen would soon break them.
That was the power of cavalry.
But how could Wenren Sheng possibly allow that to happen? As soon as the cavalry began closing in to harass them, the infantry swiftly took longbows and powerful crossbows from the wagons.
These infantry longbows could shoot two to three hundred paces.
Of course, their accuracy was unreliable.
They had to rely on volume.
The cavalry's ranged weapons, meanwhile, could reach at most around a hundred paces. That was their limit.
To inflict real damage, they had to charge within twenty meters, even ten, and use mounted bows, throwing spears, and stones to strike their opponents in the face.
"Oo oo..."
"Yo yo..."
The Wuhuan people let out all kinds of threatening cries and urged their horses closer