"Clop, clop, clop."
Black Steed galloped through blood. Almost the entire battlefield was covered with Qin corpses, blood pooling among a mire of flesh and shattered bones.
Chu Army corpses were few and far between. In a complete rout like this, over eighty percent of the casualties had generally been caused by trampling.
Xiang Yu gazed proudly over the battlefield strewn with corpses. He had personally slain hundreds in this battle. Had the spear in his hand not been so tough and flexible, it would probably have shattered long ago.
The most terrifying thing about this battle was that Xiang Yu had been too fierce. Like crushing rotten wood, he had demolished the Qin Army's morale and destroyed its command center.
There had not even been any strategic or tactical contest between the two sides. It had been an entirely one-sided tactical crushing by Xiang Yu. Intimidated by the inhuman fighting strength of a Lord of War like him, the Qin Army had buckled under the pressure and routed outright.
After another glance over the battlefield, Xiang Yu let the Chu Army recover its strength from the battle while telling a messenger, "Send a letter to the Duke of Luo immediately and report the battle's outcome."
Luo Ling had watched Xiang Yu cross the Yellow River with his own eyes. Less than half a day later, he received news of Xiang Yu's great victory, and the results even exceeded his expectations.
How could he be so fierce? If Xiang Yu had three to five thousand Dare-to-Fight Warriors under him, as Duke Wu once had, Luo Ling suspected he could punch straight through Zhang Han's army of four hundred thousand.
With Military Force this ferocious, what the hell was the point of Military Strategy? Unless genuine practitioners of Military Yin-Yang like