Liu Cheng stood motionless, while the entire Right Wing of the Imperial Army continued surging forward under its own momentum.
Meanwhile, after colliding head-on with Liu Hong's general's banner, the banner of "Fu, King of Huainan" barely paused before sweeping on through the dust toward the two formations ahead.
Liu Acheng was far away. He could only guess that the two formations, having witnessed a fierce general cut down so easily at close quarters, had lost their nerve almost on the spot. But he could not tell whether they had turned to flee or simply become lambs for the slaughter. All he could see was that cloud of dust driving into the Imperial Army's ranks against the two reinforcing formations' line of advance, with scarcely any delay, before disappearing from view.
Liu Cheng's mind went numb. If this Di "Tiger and Leopard Cavalry" really was that formidable, could eight hundred of them actually rout a hundred thousand?
If so, what the hell was the point of a Northern Expedition? They might as well go back and defend the Han River and the Huai River.
Ying Dan, not far from Liu Cheng, had even more complicated feelings churning through his head. After witnessing this from a distance, the commander of the Right Wing rushed almost madly toward higher ground several hundred paces to one side. His canopy and elite troops followed closely, clearly intent on quickly getting a grasp of the situation at the front.
Liu Cheng almost instinctively wanted to warn him: don't expose yourself! Especially when the vanguard was already in chaos-or at least its situation was unclear!
But though he raised his hand, he said nothing. Under these circumstances, if the confusion and defeat ahead continued to spread and no one took the initiative to raise a banner