Luo Xiao held his Spear astride the Black Qilin. Tall and clad in armor spattered with blood, he rode past wreathed in a heavy, murderous aura, stirring wind and thunder. With a lift of his Spear, his cutting edge stood fully revealed.
Whoever stood before him died, horse and rider alike. Like a god of war, he effortlessly tore open the Han Army's lines, and rank after rank of soldiers was continually diverted to plug the gaps.
Huangfu Song's aim was simple. The so-called Military Force school moved like thunder and rose like the wind, setting out later yet arriving first, parting and joining, turning away and toward, changing without pattern and subduing the enemy through speed and agility.
Thus, the key to defeating a practitioner of Military Force was to prevent him from gathering speed and deny him further choices.
Fight plodding battles, build solid camps, employ elite troops, and hold the lines steady. That was the surest road to victory.
And so Huangfu Song sought to surround and attack Luo Xiao with heavy infantry, using nothing more than a simple frontal formation advancing steadily to bring the imperial court's advantage in troops and generals into play to the fullest.
Had Luo Xiao led only several hundred or several thousand elite troops in his charge, such targeted measures might truly have forced him to return empty-handed.
But unfortunately!
Even while charging into the enemy formation, Luo Xiao could perfectly control tens of thousands of soldiers.
Xiang Yu excelled at seizing fleeting opportunities in battle and breaking the enemy; when there were no openings, he could forcibly create them.
Han Xin excelled at keeping ample reserves so that his lines never collapsed, and at commanding several hundred thousand men at once while ensuring that each performed his duties without clashes