Rrrrrrr
War horses thundered.
Cloaks billowed in the wind.
Jia Yu, holding a lance, stared straight ahead.
The dull thud of hooves echoed like the steps of death, striking fear into the hearts of the Mongols at the front.
As the light cavalry retreated to both sides, a black tide of steel surged forward.
The Mongols leading the charge panicked.
Wham!
The sharp lance pierced through the first Mongol with ease, then struck the one behind him, and then the next.
Jia Yu lightly swung the lance, sending the corpse flying towards others, knocking them off their horses.
The Mongols behind only saw a flash of steel before they could see anything else.
Around Jia Yu, a realm of death had formed. In his hand, the lance darted, thrust, whipped, and slammed, leaving no opponent standing.
The Xuanjia Iron Cavalry behind him, like a tidal wave, crashed through the Mongol cavalry and charged forward.
Their heavy armor shielded them from most fatal attacks. Their only task was to kill the enemy in front of them.
There was no need for excessive defense.
This was the power that their armor bestowed.
The Mongol cavalry, like waves crashing against a reef, vanished without a trace.
Everywhere, blood flowed red.
The blood invigorated these soldiers, recruited by the system.
Slaughter would make them stronger.
They thrived on the sensation of killing.
They were born for war.
The banner with the character "Jia" appeared within the sight of the Mongols behind.
Many of them had seen that character.
At the Xizhi Gate, the banner had been the cause of at least 5,000 Mongols perishing when the city wall was destroyed by gunpowder.
And then they saw the demon they would never forget – the Da Zhou general, Jia Yu, clad in silver armor.
They had seen this terrifying figure on the battlefield before.
He had charged into the Mongol army as if it were empty space. Even the Khan's most elite troops could not withstand the silver warrior.
They had witnessed the terror of this silver warrior during the attack on Xizhi Gate.
"Devil! It's that devil!"
The Mongols who had recognized the leading Da Zhou cavalry general as the silver warrior who had been a god of war outside Xizhi Gate.
They couldn't help but scream in terror.
Those around them had also heard tales of Jia Yu.
He was the demon who had caused the deaths of countless Mongols.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh...
As these Mongols were filled with dread, the light cavalry, who had already flanked them, began their attack.
"Why is it him?!"
The Iron Tribe leader saw Jia Yu, their distance now less than 20 meters.
The beads of sweat on the Iron Tribe leader's forehead were falling like rain.
"Quick, move!"
He hurriedly tried to escape to the sides, but both sides were packed with Mongol warriors charging forward.
This situation was rare in cavalry battles. Usually, the two sides would clash briefly before separating.
But Jia Yu had carefully designed this plan, forcing the Mongols to collide head-on with the Xuanjia Iron Cavalry.
The Xuanjia possessed heavy armor to protect them, giving Jia Yu the confidence to make this direct assault.
This had another advantage: during the impact, it was difficult for the enemy to flee.
If those in front wanted to run, those behind would be pushing forward, leaving them no choice but to charge ahead.
Of course, those at the back and on the flanks could still escape.
This was where the light cavalry flanking them played their role.
They could both engage in ranged attacks and intercept the fleeing enemies and deserters.
Rip!
The Iron Tribe leader felt a violent impact against his chest, followed by an excruciating pain like nothing he had ever felt.
He looked down at his chest.
A sharp weapon had pierced through his proud armor.
Then he was thrown into the air.
He felt himself collide with numerous bodies, and numerous weapons piercing his body, but he could no longer feel pain.
His eyes fixed on the last scene.
It had been less than ten minutes since the two forces had clashed fiercely, but the Mongols were already on the verge of collapse.
Those at the forefront were the most elite, the bravest of their tribes.
But they had all perished. The Xuanjia Iron Cavalry had only suffered about 50 casualties.
Having wiped out the enemy's elite, the remaining Mongols saw the ferocity of the Da Zhou cavalry.
They scattered in all directions.
Jia Yu led his cavalry straight ahead.
There were still about 3,000 Mongols at their camp.
These men were still collecting the various goods left behind by those who had fallen.
They didn't believe that the Da Zhou cavalry could defeat the warriors their leader had brought.
The Da Zhou cavalry were merely relying on their fast horses and bows and arrows to show off.
When it came to riding and archery, they were the ancestors of the Zhou people.
So they were at ease, collecting belongings in the camp and at the entrance.
Rrrrrr...
As the dull thud of hooves echoed, they looked up towards the battlefield and realized that their own cavalry had been completely shattered.
The survivors were fleeing in all directions.
There were many fleeing, about 2,000.
They ran towards all four corners of the sky.
"Run!"
A Mongol mounted his horse and turned to flee.
The others also realized the gravity of the situation and spurred their horses to escape.
They no longer cared about the supplies and loot they had plundered.
They knew that if they were captured by the Da Zhou, their fate would be terrible.
They had killed so many civilians, slaughtered so many villages, and stolen so much.
Their fate if captured was unimaginable.
"You each take 300 men to pursue them, kill them all!"
Jia Yu charged into the Mongol camp, seeing the fleeing Mongols and immediately issuing orders to those on his left and right. He then led the remaining 300 men into the camp.
Some injured soldiers in the Mongol camp tents heard the commotion and came out, only to see the black iron cavalry charging at them.
Jia Yu showed no mercy to these defenseless, unresisting wounded.
With a flick of his wrist, he slashed down, killing all the Mongols he saw.
He charged from the back to the front.
He charged out of the camp, straight towards the gate of Laishui County, which had already been opened.
The garrison of Laishui County saw the Mongols' overwhelming force covering the sky from the city wall.
They had already fallen into despair.
The Mongols were in a frenzy.
The ebb and flow of the two sides resulted in the loss of the city gate.
Finally, the Mongols were able to fulfill their desire to enter the city.
The people in the city were still resisting.
They had heard from those who had escaped from other places that the Mongols, after conquering a city, would kill and burn everything they could not take with them.
Jia Yu, covered in blood, led a hundred iron cavalry into the city.
The city was filled with corpses.
There were still many young and strong men resisting.
The Mongols, hearing the sound of hooves, thought it was reinforcements and continued attacking the young and strong men without looking back.
Ssh!
A sharp blade appeared at the Mongol's chest.
Jia Yu roared with a mighty voice, "I am Jia Yu, thousand captain of the Three Thousand Camp cavalry, here to aid you. The Mongol forces outside have been defeated by my army. Brothers in the city, hold on!"
Jia Yu's voice boomed like thunder. Those close enough felt their ears ringing.
"You, each take a few men and enter the city, slaughter all the Mongols in the city for me!"
Jia Yu gave his order, then spurred his horse forward, following the trail of corpses and blood on the street, reaching a luxurious inn.
Ten Mongols were besieging four servants. The servants were barely holding their ground thanks to their advantageous position.
The situation was precarious.
Two of the servants were severely injured. The Mongols had hacked off their legs from below, sending them tumbling down the stairs. Then they were hacked to death.
Seeing this, the two servants remaining on the top floor were filled with despair.
Hah!
Jia Yu threw his lance forward, drew his long sword, leaped, and charged into the inn.
The Mongols in the inn charged upwards...