Spurred on by Liu Zhiwei and the heavily armored infantry, Yang Qingliu ran up to him. By now, her entire suit of armor had been stained red, and even her mount, the snow-white War Wolf, had been dyed crimson. More outrageously still, the wolf held a length of someone's arm in its jaws. Its chewing sounded awful, but it ate with boundless relish.
Yang Qingliu shouted agitatedly, "Deputy Director, it's dangerous here! You should-"
Liu Zhiwei merely glanced at her. His gaze looked piercing, like a Ferocious Beast poised to tear someone apart and devour them.
That single glance left Yang Qingliu unable to voice the rest of her warning. Just then, the third wave of desert heavy cavalry arrived.
Facing that terrifying charge, Liu Zhiwei remained fearless in the face of danger. Resolve flashed through his eyes, and the next moment, he began issuing orders. When the crossbowmen in the rear saw the changing army flags, they immediately exchanged positions with the troops ahead.
Soon, the crossbowmen had moved to the very front on both flanks. Normally, heavy infantry would always stand before crossbowmen to protect them, but there was no time to consider all that now. Liu Zhiwei transferred a contingent of crossbowmen to either side, leaving them highly vulnerable to cavalry charges. Even though the Self-Defense Army's crossbowmen now wore armor weighing over twenty jin, without spear formations and shields, they could easily be overrun.
But there was no other choice now. Situ Long had played his trump card, and Liu Zhiwei would not yield either. When the third wave of heavy cavalry charged in, the Self-Defense Army's front ranks resisted with exceptional tenacity.
Gripping battle-axes, they hacked upward at the riders and downward at the horses' legs. At the same time, crossbow bolts suddenly erupted from