Amid the trembling earth and the thunder of chariots, the Luo People roared in unison, and the Qin people suffered countless dead and wounded.
Corpses littered the fields, flesh and blood lay everywhere, and beneath the trampling feet of routed soldiers, not a single intact body could be seen.
Luo Ji charged under the protection of his guards. With a command rating above eighty, he had no trouble simply serving as a cavalry commander.
After another round of slaughter, Luo Ji brandished his sharp sword and ordered loudly, "The Qin Army has scattered. They are nothing but pigs and sheep awaiting slaughter.
"Loose arrows in high arcs. Kill those heading south; spare those heading north. Drive the routed soldiers into the Qin Army's main camp.
"Cavalry, spread out. Chariot soldiers, lower your face guards. Exercise every caution. Beware of the Qin Army raining arrows down without distinguishing friend from foe."
The messengers scattered to relay Luo Ji's orders.
Soon, under deliberate pressure from the Luo People, the routed Qin soldiers formed a vast torrent surging toward the Qin Army's main camp.
These routed soldiers had discarded almost all their armor while fleeing. Every man was covered in dust and grime, with blood spattered across his body and face.
The Luo State cavalry hung far behind and along the flanks of the Qin Army, harrying them with arrows.
The relentless pounding from the chariots continually terrorized these Qin people, whose courage had shattered.
The Luo State army slaughtered with utter ease, driving every Qin soldier onward on legs that were steadily losing strength and aching unbearably, their chests feeling as though fire burned within.
Without witnessing it firsthand, it was impossible to imagine the shock and terror of a mass cavalry charge, ten thousand horses galloping as the earth trembled.
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