Han Meng was a veteran of a hundred battles. The moment he saw this, he knew the enemy had come prepared. But his cavalry had already built up momentum; forcing their charge to a halt now would inevitably send men and horses tumbling.
Even if they could stop, they would not be able to turn around and withdraw in time. The enemy would soon catch them and slaughter them to the last man!
"Damn it! Fuck!"
A flash of ruthlessness and murderous intent crossed Han Meng's eyes, and he bellowed, "Prepare for battle!"
When foes met on a narrow road, the brave prevailed. That was even truer when cavalry charged against cavalry.
Charging might not bring victory, but cowards were certain to die!
"Kill!"
These thousand cavalrymen were also seasoned elites who had followed Han Meng for a long time. At his command, they accelerated without the slightest hesitation!
Two cavalry forces, vastly unequal in number.
They crashed together!
Every man in the Feathered Forest Guard was an elite, equipped with the finest weapons and armor. Their horses were also fitted with double stirrups and horseshoes.
A white feather adorned each man's helmet; this was also where the name "Yulin" came from.
Now they were like a snow-white feather blade. The instant they collided with Han Meng's cavalry, they cut the enemy to pieces!
"How is this possible?!"
Han Meng was utterly shocked. His cavalry already ranked among the finest, yet they could not withstand a single blow from this Feathered Forest Guard. One charge had left over a tenth of them dead or wounded!
Even such a vast disparity in numbers should not have produced this result!
"What in the world is going on?"
Han Meng could find no answer, but after carefully watching the cavalry clash, he discovered