At Luo Ji's command, the Luo State army surged forward like countless arrowheads.
Heavy infantry in formation were the natural bane of cavalry.
Had the Wei Wuzu who once swept across the realm been here, Luo Ji would never have charged them with cavalry, even with ten times the courage.
That would not have been bravery, but a march to death.
But the Qin Army had not chosen to block them with heavy infantry in formation. They had chosen light infantry instead.
Though they too stood in formation, without Large Shields, men could not withstand the tremendous force of horses.
Ten thousand horses thundered forward, scattering them in a single charge!
"Loose high!"
The Luo People charged in arrowhead-shaped columns, leading with a rain of arrows. The Qin people, clad only in leather armor-and most without any armor at all-could naturally offer no resistance. Figures toppled to the ground in an instant.
The Qin people returned fire with bows and crossbows, inflicting considerable casualties on the Luo State cavalry's mounts. Some elite warriors were shot straight from their saddles and died amid the ranks.
The Heavenly Soldiers successfully punched an opening, and thousands swept past Luo Ji with a roar. Everything seemed to be repeating itself; the same scene had unfolded during their earlier surprise attack on Bai Cheng.
The screams of the Qin people filled his ears. In the darkness, beneath the lamplight, he could not see clearly, but he could still feel the warm blood.
Luo Ji did not know how many Qin people had died tonight, but surely they were profoundly shaken!
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
These were the sounds of weapons stabbing hard against armor and Large Shields.
How could this be?
Luo Ji was somewhat bewildered. Then came a succession of loud shouts. Amid the fleeing