Question: A warhorse stands 1.8 meters at the shoulder and weighs over 1,500 jin. It's wearing armor weighing more than 40 jin. If someone poked open its hemorrhoid, how much force could it unleash with a panicked kick?
Shen Tang said nothing, silently calculating how many ribs she'd broken.
Time seemed to hit the slow-motion button.
No one had expected their lord to be kicked two li by a warhorse. No one dared imagine that an ordinary horse could injure their lord, who could charge through an army seven times without breaking a sweat, much less that their lord would be left in such a sorry state. But the Martial Gall Warriors' exceptional hearing made it impossible to miss the crack of hooves breaking ribs.
"Lord—"
The guards on duty that day nearly went mad.
The infantry hurling stones back and forth with the enemy's catapults on the front line had barely suffered any injuries, yet their lord, heavily protected in the rear, had been gravely wounded. The absurd sight left many soldiers and officers stunned. They were a beat late before scrambling anxiously forward.
"Protect the Sovereign!"
"Quick, protect the Sovereign!"
"Come protect the Sovereign!"
There had to be a traitor plotting against their lord!
Shen Tang was in a state that could only be called wretched. It was the most humiliating moment of her entire career of campaigning north and south! The warhorse's kick had winded her so badly she couldn't get up. Her right hand, smeared with horse shit, was raised over her head, while her left arm had no strength to push her up. She coughed blood out as she sucked in dust through her mouth and nostrils with frantic breaths, choking even worse. And, as if she weren't humiliated enough, a whole crowd of people