So Liu Xie wanted to build a Mo Dao army specifically to counter Ma Chao's Western Liang Iron Cavalry!
"With a single slash, horse and rider alike would be shattered..."
Huang Zhong softly repeated Liu Xie's words, his gaze falling on the fearsome-looking Mo Dao depicted on the silk as he imagined that scene.
A burly man eight feet tall, clad in fine armor and wielding a seven-foot-long, double-edged Mo Dao, slashed savagely at the cavalry charging toward him...
Huang Zhong could not help shuddering.
If such an army truly existed, it would be a nightmare for charging cavalry. Even he would not dare lead troops in a charge against such a terrifying force!
"But Your Majesty, the cost of building such a Mo Dao army would probably be terrifying as well, wouldn't it?"
Zhang Liao voiced his concern.
First, every Mo Dao wielder would have to be selected from burly men over 1.8 meters tall. Without that height, they could not properly wield a Mo Dao over two meters long.
Moreover, Mo Dao wielders facing cavalry would certainly have the highest death rate of any troop type, so generous pay would be indispensable.
And beyond receiving more money than ordinary soldiers, Mo Dao Wielders would need meat at every meal to maintain their stamina.
After all, wielding a Mo Dao weighing over twenty jin against the enemy cavalry charging at the very front, how could they shatter horse and rider alike without sufficient strength?
Adding all these things together, one could imagine how terrifying the cost of building a Mo Dao army would be.
It would definitely exceed that of the Vanguard Camp and the Dare-to-Die Battalion.
Liu Xie said, "High costs are unavoidable... but spending money on building an army is better than handing it out as compensation