History offered no shortage of precedents for using fire-bull formations. Skilled Beast Tamers could also control bulls' minds without injuring them, but that method had a drawback: it impaired the bulls' judgment and ability to react.
Pain and the sense of impending death most readily unleashed a creature's potential. Spurred by the burning agony in their tails, a thousand bulls forgot their fear and focused all their hatred on the Western Sichuan army. They charged without looking back, blocking the opposing army with their powerful bodies and cutting down lives with the sharp blades mounted on their horns.
After the poisonous rain came another frenzied slaughter. The Western Sichuan army's advance had ground to a complete halt, and a ****** bloody struggle erupted at the head of its ranks, sending flesh and blood flying. The bulls' formidable fighting power struck terror into the enemy. One bull slammed into a cavalryman, knocking his mount to the ground. Although the rider drove his spear into the bull's back, the momentum of the tremendous collision sent him flying over its back and crashing to the ground. Before he could get up, the enraged bull drove the steel blades on its horns into his chest and abdomen, then whipped its head around and flung his corpse far away.
Several bulls charged into the enemy ranks with steel blades lowered, sweeping through them like a force smashing rotten wood and continually tossing soldiers to the ground.
Western Sichuan's front ranks had descended into utter chaos. A voice roared from the crowd, "Hold steady! All of you, hold steady!" It was Yan Hucheng, leading the charge at the very front. Facing a bull charging madly toward him, he remained perfectly calm and urged his Black Charger forward to meet it. Just before they collided, he gave