On this side, the men and horses had been scattered by the charge, their formation in complete disarray. The cavalry commander was still shouting, trying to gather his men back into formation.
On the other side, Shang Chaozong's forces, having carved straight through the enemy, remained in perfect formation. They had already wheeled around and thundered back without giving the enemy a moment to catch their breath.
The contrast was stark: one side was scattered and struggling to regroup, while the other charged as a single mass. The outcome was easy to imagine. On a battlefield, that was a fatal gap.
Seeing the thunderous charge bearing down on them, the Wolf Fang Bandits' cavalry commander waved his spear and roared himself hoarse, "Form up! Quick, quick..." Before he could shout more than a few words, terror had already filled his eyes.
Shang Chaozong came straight for him with his Zhanmadao raised. He slashed down, only for the man to knock the blade aside with his spear. But the flashing blades that followed behind Shang Chaozong swept past in an unbroken flow, strike after strike coming to finish the job before he could react. Several cuts opened across his body, spraying blood. He tumbled from his horse and was trampled beneath the chaotic hooves rushing past, his flesh mangled into a bloody pulp.
The cavalry commander had been cut down before the lines, not yet fully re-formed, could even think of mounting a charge. Faced with the enemy's assault, they did not even have time to establish an effective defensive formation. Seizing the moment, Shang Chaozong led the Wulie Guard at the forefront, sweeping through like a raging wind and wildfire. With a force that seemed capable of tearing apart everything in its path, they cut down enemy after enemy, leaving