Wang Chong had just speared two men of the Wild Goose Cavalry when he heard someone shout in the distance, "Is that Brother Wang Chong?" Recognizing Sun Mingke's voice, he hurriedly called, "Come help!"
Sun Mingke was beside himself with excitement. Riding at the head of his men, he swung his long lance and led a force of armored cavalry into battle, spearing eight or nine men in succession. He had kept gathering troops along the way, and his command had grown to more than three thousand horsemen. Shi Lushan had not brought out all two thousand of the Wild Goose Cavalry, only about half. After two head-on charges against Wang Chong's Wind-Treading Cavalry, they had lost a tenth of their number, leaving only eight or nine hundred. Outnumbering his enemy, Sun Mingke struck at this cavalry force's weakest point. His men rampaged through their ranks, forcibly scattering the Wild Goose Cavalry.
Wang Chong held his spear steady and did not join the fighting. Watching Sun Mingke move like a dragon coursing through the sea, he was filled with countless reflections. He had never imagined that Little Brother Sun could fight so well.
There were plenty of martial artists whose skills were formidable but who were poor at charging and fighting in battle formations. After all, fighting on a battlefield was different from martial contests in the martial world. It placed greater emphasis on simplicity, decisiveness, and efficiency, with merciless killing techniques. Many martial artists had inherent shortcomings, such as weak physical strength or insufficient ruthlessness. They could never correct the flaws in their moves, insisting on adding an extra variation or two for no reason. Even if they ranked among the finest fighters in their region in single combat, amid two armies they were only a little stronger than