Adopted Son A frowned as he looked into the distance.
If he sent cavalry, they could catch up.
But his cavalry were just pirates who could ride horses.
The enemy had real cavalry.
Ten of his cavalrymen could not beat one of theirs.
Yet watching such a juicy prize slip away before his eyes was truly a pity.
The Ningyuan Victory, remembered in the history books, had only reported a little over two hundred heads taken.
Here were three hundred True Yi. At least two hundred True Yi heads could be verified.
The question was, where had the other hundred gone?
Naturally, they had vanished into thin air.
Someone beside him said, "General, if we order the infantry to abandon their shields and remove their iron armor, with our usual training, we can catch the enemy infantry within two days."
"If the enemy wants to flee, they will have to abandon two hundred foot soldiers."
Adopted Son A nodded.
This should work.
Though abandoning the great shields would certainly mean suffering losses from the enemy's powerful bows and heavy arrows in battle.
At least it would ensure they could fight them, rather than helplessly watch them escape.
"Good. Get rid of the great shields and replace them with light small shields. Pikemen and musketeers will retain only one layer of armor. Hand the rest of the armor over to the supply soldiers."
"Begin the pursuit."
If Wenren Sheng had known what was happening on the battlefield, he would have understood why Western battle formations of this era did not equip pikemen and musketeers with heavy armor.
It was for mobility.
Mobility was often far more important than defense.
To have both defense and mobility, infantry needed to be given horses.
That was precisely what the Jurchen did.
Their own tribesmen