Sun Mingke led his Cavalry of Swift Riders onto the battlefield, but did not immediately launch a surprise attack. After all, Shi Bao had many troops at his disposal. If he fought back to the death, Sun Mingke's few thousand cavalry might not have the advantage, and even a victory would inevitably cost them dearly. Instead, he trailed far behind, continually cutting down the stragglers.
Wang Chong had left the hardest task to himself. Stopping the commoners was not difficult, but stopping a crowd fleeing for their lives without killing or injuring anyone was rather harder. He led the Wind-Treading Cavalry back and forth, repeatedly circulating his power to shout out commands. Whenever any commoners refused to believe him and risked their lives to break through, he could only let them pass. After an entire day's work, he had stopped only twenty or thirty percent of the people fleeing Ba Prefecture City.
As night approached, Wang Chong saw that his Wind-Treading Cavalry were already exhausted and had no choice but to order them to set up cooking pots and make dinner. He had even specially acquired a carrying-pole stall for donkey-meat flatbreads. Once he set it up, many of the Wind-Treading Cavalry came over to line up for their share. After all, food personally prepared by their commander was a rare treat, and this particular delicacy was delicious to boot.
Some of the bolder commoners fleeing Ba Prefecture City also came over to ask for some. Wang Chong told them to queue up and handed food out to them as well.
He was not actually making them very quickly. After all, this was merely a "political show," and he was no dog-headed little girl. Many people waited so long that they could stand it no longer and dispersed, but the