"Brave little bulls!"
"Fear no difficulty!"
Steadily standing atop the bull's back, Shen Tang had discovered the joy of being a Literary Scholar. Wasn't this much more delightful than riding a pig? So it turned out she had been too narrow-minded before, thinking all Literary Scholars were weak-ass support units without knowing the true mysteries of the profession.
"Bull riders, charge through!"
The wind roared, the fire blazed, the bulls bellowed, and Shen Tang laughed wildly—a laugh that could still be heard clearly from dozens of yards away.
"Restore the bull riders' former glory!"
More than a thousand fire bulls charged and slaughtered their way into the center of the camp.
Xianyu Jian glanced up at the towering commander's banner ahead. He planted one foot on the bull's back, borrowed its momentum, and leaped. A flash of light cleaved the conspicuous banner in two, and he casually draped it over himself. He had no desire to linger in battle, knocking back the Martial Gall Warriors who tried to stop him with two moves.
Watching the commander's banner fall, the chief general responsible for guarding the troops turned ashen. The blow was no less devastating than Xianyu Jian rushing up and giving him a resounding slap across the face. The crack of that slap could have echoed through the rafters for three days and still not faded. Unfortunately, they had lost the initiative. Their men struggled to regroup into an effective defense, let alone launch a counterattack. Shen Tang, meanwhile, was a master at exploiting every opening, seizing each opportunity swiftly, ruthlessly, and precisely!
Her offensive rhythm was ferocious, without the slightest trace of hesitation or muddle.
Using real cattle this way might cause them to run amok and turn on their own side, but the [Fire Bull Formation] created by