Though they were called a thousand elite cavalry, the force was actually quite sizable.
There were over a thousand combat personnel, three thousand warhorses, and more than a hundred people accompanying the army to handle logistics. These were all necessary arrangements.
At the same time, to account for the possibility that he had overestimated himself, Wang Yan had organized the thousand elite cavalry into a mixed formation: half were heavily armored cavalry in full gear, while the other half were agile light cavalry.
This way, they could advance to attack or retreat to defend, and everyone would be safer.
Wang Yan was not afraid of dying himself. He was afraid that the subordinates who had happily followed him out to earn merit would die too miserably.
In fact, if he had not been concerned that Yang Guang might grow too suspicious, he could have quelled Yang Liang's rebellion alone on horseback. The reason was simple: Yang Liang had quite a few of Wang Yan's people under him.
Still, accidents could happen. As the saying went, a gentleman did not stand beneath a crumbling wall. He was not so conceited, either. Though he did not fear trouble, he preferred taking things easy.
And indeed, the outcome did not exceed Wang Yan's expectations. Overall, it had been quite easy...
Yang Liang had overestimated his own strength. He had thought that as long as he raised his arm and called out, all the lands under his control would answer his call. But that was not what happened. Only a small half truly responded to him.
No matter what conflicts existed within the Sui Dynasty at present, it was undeniably prosperous and visibly flourishing. Anyone with sense would not join a rebellion at such a time.
And if one were smart enough to assess