Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 456 The Strongest Light Cavalry of Our Time
The setting sun, like blood, dyed the clouds on the horizon a dark red.

On the earth, broken banners, shattered armor, ownerless weapons, and still-warm, convulsing corpses together formed a tragic scene.

"Help me—!"

"Run! Run!!"

"Get out of my way!!"

The screams and desperate howls mingled with the muffled thuds of weapons piercing flesh and the mournful neighing of warhorses.

The defeated soldiers of the Allied Forces fled frantically across the vast plains, like ants whose dams had been breached by a flood.

The armor on their bodies and the weapons in their hands had become burdens and were discarded without hesitation.

His face, smeared with blood and mud, was contorted with extreme fear, revealing only the most primal instinct for survival.

Behind them, the black tide was slowly but surely driving them away.

The Qin army's elite soldiers were not in a hurry to kill all the fleeing soldiers. Instead, they acted like experienced shepherds, driving away a flock of panicked sheep.

On the flanks of these infantrymen, an even more elite cavalry force was galloping back and forth.

The knight, clad in crimson-gold armor that blazed like flames in the setting sun, rode a magnificent warhorse—the renowned Golden Fire Cavalry of the Qin army.

General Meng Wu, the vanguard general, sat astride his warhorse, his body covered in blood. His bronze face was expressionless, except for his pair of tiger-like eyes, which coldly gazed at the hellish scene before him.

"Left wing, get closer! Don't let these idiots get separated!"

"Pass down the order: simply drive them away, do not linger in battle! If any fleeing soldiers stray off course, guide them back to where they are supposed to be!"

Under orders, the Qin soldiers' spears mercilessly pierced the chests of the fleeing soldiers who were trying to escape to the flanks.

Death is the only way this defeated torrent can understand to "guide" it.

The central camp of the allied forces was already in sight.

They led the routed troops to attack the main force, using their own spears to attack their own shields.

This is one of the most frequently used tactics by the Qin army.

Defeated soldiers driven by fear can sometimes be more destructive than the enemy's elite troops.

What it seeks to destroy is not just military formations, but also morale and fighting spirit.

The large flags fluttering in the towering camp seemed to the fleeing soldiers like the only lighthouse in a dark ocean, the only path to survival.

"The main camp! It's the main camp! We're saved!"

"Open the door! Open the door now!!"

The will to survive overwhelmed everything at that moment.

Driven by the instinct for survival, the fleeing soldiers unleashed their last strength, roaring, crying, pushing and trampling each other, like a filthy torrent surging toward the open camp gate.

Meng Wule reined in his warhorse, stood atop the high slope, and coldly watched this scene.

Everything was unfolding according to the script he knew best.

However, what happened next made him frown slightly.

It's so quiet.

Faced with this torrent of fleeing soldiers, the central camp of the allied forces surprisingly left its gates wide open, allowing these fleeing soldiers to pour in without any hindrance.

No arrows were shot, no spears were used to block the way, and not even a single shout was uttered.

This is unreasonable!
According to military strategy, the allied forces should have unleashed a barrage of arrows at this moment to kill the fleeing soldiers in the front ranks, using brutal methods to intimidate the rear and forcibly stabilize their position.

Even if one is soft-hearted, a supervisory team should be dispatched to kill any fleeing soldiers who dare to storm the camp gate, while simultaneously opening a side gate to guide and bring them back together.

But now... there's nothing.

"Gah——!"

Just then, deep within the camp, a flock of birds, startled, took flight, flapping their wings and fleeing in panic.

Meng Wu's pupils suddenly contracted, and a chill ran down his spine and straight to the top of his head!
wrong!

This is... an empty camp!
trap!!
"Pass on my orders!"

His voice, in an instant, became incredibly urgent and stern: "Halt! Cease the pursuit! Rear guards become front guards, form a circular defensive formation! No one is allowed to step into the enemy camp, not even half a step!!"

"Halt—!"

"The general has ordered! Cease the pursuit!!"

"The back line becomes the front line!!"

The order will be passed down through the ranks.

Thirty thousand Qin soldiers, obeying orders without question!
Even if military merits are within easy reach, even if the battlefield environment is chaotic.

But as soon as the order was given, the advancing black tide was stopped as if by an invisible dam, abruptly halting its advance in front of the camp.

Just as the Qin army stopped, another, even more orderly and heavy set of footsteps, seemingly capable of making the earth tremble, suddenly emerged!

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The sound started softly, but grew louder and more frequent! The earth began to rumble deeply!

Meng Wu's expression changed drastically, and he turned his head sharply to look at the flank from which the voice came!
Above the horizon, a thin, white line appeared, seemingly connecting with the clouds on the horizon.

And it expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye!
White horse! Silver helmet! Hu clothing!

A thousand magnificent warhorses, pure white without a single blemish, were reflected in his pupils, which had shrunk to the size of pinpoints, like a white wave surging down from above!

Memory and reality overlap at this moment!
Several months ago, at the foot of Yangwu City.

He was defeated by a white cavalry unit that, like a ghost, suddenly attacked from the flank of the battlefield with incredible speed!

On that day, his most elite force of over a thousand soldiers, all of whom were at the Soul level, the Dragon Tiger Cavalry, was wiped out!

In that battle, of the ten thousand elite Qin soldiers he led, only three thousand survived. He risked his life to bring them back, while the rest perished...

"Zhao...Bianqi!!"

Meng Wu gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and his knuckles cracking!
The shame of defeat and overwhelming hatred erupted at this moment, almost burning away his reason.

He couldn't wait to lead his Golden Fire Cavalry to charge forward and fight the white nightmare from his memories to the death, and wipe away his shame!
However, his composure and rationality as a veteran general of Qin ultimately acted like a cold shackle, forcibly suppressing his boiling fighting spirit.

He's never failed once before, and he'll never fall in the same place twice!

"Change!"

Meng Wu raised his right arm. "Mechanical vehicles, advance! Ballistae, nock! Archers, aim!"

Thirty thousand Qin soldiers sprang into action instantly!

"Rumble..."

One after another, menacing machine-built war chariots were swiftly pushed from the rear of the army formation to the front.

Huge ballistae were quickly set up, their bolts, as thick as a child's arm, aimed at the rapidly approaching white tide!
Following them, tens of thousands of Qin soldiers raised their crossbows, their cold arrows forming a deathly forest in the setting sun.

Meng Wu stared intently at the rapidly advancing white cavalry, feeling the earth tremble more and more violently. The fighting spirit and hatred in his eyes intertwined into a raging fire.

Last time, he went deep into enemy territory as the vanguard, prioritizing speed, but he did not carry much heavy weaponry, and much of his military equipment was wasted.

But this time, it's different!
The strength of the Qin army lies not only in the bravery of its soldiers, but also in the unparalleled advantages of its mechanical systems!

He calmly calculated the distance.

Three thousand steps... two thousand hundred steps... eight hundred steps...

Seeing the enemy about to enter firing range, Meng Wu swung his raised right arm down heavily!

"Fire arrows!"

At a single command, the landscape changed color!

“Shoot!!”

"put!!"

The officers and soldiers of lower and middle ranks shouted themselves hoarse as they relayed the orders to every Qin soldier.

"Om-!"

A chilling twang of a bowstring echoed through the heavens and earth.

The next moment, tens of thousands of arrows, accompanied by piercing whistles, soared into the air and gathered into a black curtain of arrows that blotted out the sky, descending upon the white cavalry in front of them!

"Ha, this Meng Wu has certainly learned his lesson."

Amidst the rain of arrows, a voice carrying a faint smile rang out clearly.

At the forefront of the surging silver torrent, Qin Shi Moyu held a halberd, his face adorned with a bronze mask, appearing even colder in the shadow cast by the rain of arrows.

Behind him, 1,200 elite border cavalrymen faced a hail of arrows without the slightest fear, instead responding with a cheerful and confident roar!
The white horse is incredibly fast, unparalleled in the world.

If the Qin army waited until they were within the optimal firing range before unleashing a barrage of arrows, they would only need to increase their horse speed to the limit and enter a charging state. At most, they would only need to withstand one volley of arrows to reach the enemy!

Now, Meng Wu's "preemptive firing" may seem foolish, but it actually disrupted their rhythm of attack, and only in this way could they have time to launch a second volley.

"brothers!"

Qin Shi Moyu casually brandished the halberd in his hand and chuckled, "Let's show them a trick."

"okay!"

More than a thousand knights let out a fervent and excited shout!

In an instant, the horse turned around as if it were having a blast, and instead of slowing down, it increased its speed to the maximum!

The next moment, the white cavalry formation, which had been thrust straight forward like a sharp sword, was split in two!
The 1,200 elite cavalrymen instantly transformed into two torrents, drawing two perfect arcs to the left and right with incredible fluidity and coordination!
"Crash-"

The rain of arrows finally came crashing down!

However, they had long lost their target and futilely shot into the empty, grassy field!
"what?!"

Meng Wu gasped in surprise, his brows furrowed.

They were shocked by the speed of the enemy's warhorses, and even more surprised that the enemy riders could make such a change of formation during a high-speed charge!

Before he could recover from the shock, a fatal blow followed.

Surrounding the Qin army's well-prepared formation, the elite cavalry, galloping at high speed, almost instinctively nocked and drew their bows amidst the swift movement of their warhorses!

Three sharp arrows were simultaneously nocked onto the bowstring!
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

There were no unified commands; the knights relied entirely on their instincts and rhythm.

Three arrows shot out in one volley!

The arrows arced through the air, passed over the shield formation, and landed among the central army.

Screams came one after another!

And this is just the beginning.

Even after the first round of shooting, these elite cavalrymen still kept their bows in hand!

With his left hand holding the bow and his right hand reaching into the quiver, he drew three more arrows, pulled the string, and shot them!

It flowed so smoothly and quickly it was dazzling!
In the blink of an eye, a quiver was emptied!

"Cool!!!"

A veteran cavalryman who had just been transferred from Zhao Jun to Mo Yu's command couldn't help but let out a long, unsatisfying roar after emptying his quiver!

He slapped open another bulging quiver, his eyes gleaming with excitement and fervor.

When they were with Zhao Jun, they had never fought such a rich and exhilarating battle!

Arrows are always the scarcest resource.

Every time the bow is drawn, it must be calculated carefully.

Unlike now, where everyone on horseback has five fully loaded quiver slung over their backs without affecting the horse's speed!

Shoot as much as you want! No need to hold back!
This extravagant style of play swept away the pent-up frustration and resentment that had accumulated in their hearts for many years!

The generals were incompetent, the military equipment was inadequate, and despite their excellent horsemanship and archery skills, they could only manage to fight the Xiongnu to a standstill.

And now, they have finally met a commander who can bring their power to its fullest potential!

The 1,200 riders transformed into a white death tornado swirling around the 30,000 Qin soldiers.

The power of a strong bow can penetrate the entire army!
The arrows rained down like a deluge!

They never engaged the Qin army in direct combat, but maintained a delicate distance, using their unparalleled mobility and archery skills to unleash wave after wave of arrows.

The Qin archers attempted to retaliate, but often, just as they were taking aim, the enemy had already charged dozens of paces away, while the enemy's retaliatory arrows always managed to pinpoint the weak points in their formation.

After receiving ample military supplies and a general who could bring their strength to its fullest potential.

This strongest light cavalry force in the world is demonstrating to him and the world what a true light cavalryman is through a textbook-perfect cavalry performance!

The reason they fought so humiliatingly before was...

That's purely because...the military equipment was inadequate and the generals were too incompetent!

Meng Wu's face was solemn and his cold gaze met that of the tall figure wielding a halberd and galloping freely among the white riders.

Qin Shi Moyu smiled, and with a wave of his hand, the elite border cavalry, who had emptied five quivers, scattered and regrouped outside the Qin army's firing range.

Then it disappeared into the distance without the slightest hesitation.

All that remained were arrows and corpses.

"General, my troops have suffered heavy casualties, with over a thousand dead and countless wounded."

".knew."

After listening to the adjutant's report, Meng Wu's jaw muscles twitched, and he squeezed out three words through his teeth.

"General, why didn't we meet them with cavalry just now?" A centurion of the Golden Fire Cavalry rode forward.

As one of the most elite cavalry of the Qin Dynasty, he was certain that there was no being they could not defeat.

Meng Wu glanced at him and retorted, "Can your warhorse keep up with their speed? Or is your archery skill superior to theirs?"

The centurion immediately fell silent.

The Golden Fire Cavalry belong to the heavy armored shock cavalry.

The Qin army, however, was more adept at using crossbows than bows and arrows.

On horseback, one can use a single-shot crossbow to engage in mounted archery with elite cavalry on the flanks, and the Golden Fire Cavalry can be worn down and killed.

"What should we do if they come again?" the adjutant asked worriedly.

Looking at the vast plain before him, Meng Wu thought of an old man who was about to be eliminated by history.

"Tell the rear to transfer the tanks from the army to me."

(End of this chapter)