"Is this the Enemy of Ten Thousand?"
Zhang Shijie prided himself on having fought in countless battles and had seen the so-called Enemy of Ten Thousand before, but even he could never imagine charging into an enemy formation alone on horseback without bringing a single soldier.
The true Enemy of Ten Thousand he had heard of was from several decades ago. Bi Zaiyu had once led four hundred cavalry into the enemy ranks at Sizhou. The five thousand Jin cavalry had been routed by his slaughter, and their commander had been beheaded before the formation.
The Jin Army had retreated thirty li in defeat, while Bi Zaiyu pursued and killed them for thirty li. He had even crossed a river to continue the pursuit, killing so many that his armor and clothes were dyed red with blood.
That man had truly been an Enemy of Ten Thousand. His martial prowess was extraordinary. He could draw a two-shi-seven-dou bow, draw a one-shi-eight-dou bow backward, and dared to charge into enemy formations personally, pursuing enemies ten times his number.
Going further back, there was also Han Shizhong, who could draw a three-shi bow and shoot from horseback. He had once led eight thousand men to crush one hundred thousand Jin soldiers, and had even personally charged into a vast army with fifty cavalrymen, beheading Jin commanders in a battle where no one could stop him.
Yue Fei was even more remarkable. He was also a man of tremendous courage and martial strength. Able to draw a three-shi bow with either hand, he had often led only a few hundred men during his early rise to fame, charging through and slaughtering several thousand Jin soldiers.
But the one whose actions most closely resembled those of Mo Qiong and the others was Yang Zaixing.