Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 205 Heavy Infantry and Cavalry (2)

"Is there anyone who dares to go crazy with this general?"

Song Yan's voice had become somewhat hoarse and manic, yet also carried an air of soaring ambition.

This is Taiping Town.

Although burned down and most of the buildings collapsed, the ruins everywhere were enough to cause great trouble for the barbarian cavalry. In fact, their warhorses would become a hindrance, forcing them to dismount and fight on foot if they wanted to engage in normal combat.

In infantry combat, heavily armored soldiers fear no enemy.

The animal hides worn by the barbarians were utterly insignificant compared to the thick steel armor.

However, Song Yan did not intend to take advantage of this. On the contrary, he planned to lead a group of heavily armored infantry to withstand the enemy cavalry charge.

This is truly a somewhat insane idea.

However, Song Yan had his own reasons and confidence in doing so.

First of all, although the Jurchen cavalry was powerful, it was still inferior to the Xiongnu cavalry and could not be considered the top cavalry.

Secondly, heavy armor has extremely strong protective effects, and it may not be able to withstand even a direct cavalry charge.

Moreover, Song Yan must understand the strengths and weaknesses of heavy armored troops against cavalry. Only in this way can he strengthen his advantages, improve his disadvantages, and have a better way to deal with enemy cavalry when facing them again.

If the opponent had a force of a thousand, Song Yan would not have been so reckless. However, with only a hundred people, it was an excellent opportunity to try. Even if there were losses, they could be minimized.

Liu Yisheng opened his mouth, wanting to dissuade Song Yan, as such behavior was indeed too risky, but in the end he kept his mouth shut and remained silent.

On the battlefield, the commander-in-chief must possess absolute authority.

For a moment, everyone was shocked by Song Yan's madness. But after the shock, their eyes were filled with excitement and fervor. Their fear was gradually replaced by courage. Even the general was going to take the lead, so what did they have to be afraid of?

Song Yan could even sense that many of the heavily armored soldiers were breathing very rapidly.

One by one, figures stepped forward, all of them the most robust and strong, including Ma Han and Luo Tianyang. From these men, about a hundred were selected, roughly equal to the enemy's number. Song Yan then ordered all the wooden planks to be removed and used as temporary shields.

In the very center of Taiping Town, there was a fairly spacious area. From the entrance to here, a road stretched out without any obstruction. Taking a deep breath and looking around at the many soldiers, Song Yan secretly vowed that he would definitely seize... borrow... buy enough warhorses from the Jurchens in the future, so that the soldiers would not be so passive when facing enemy cavalry.

"All, heed my command, form ranks!"

At a command, heavy door panels were erected directly in front of the formation, with the shoulders of heavily armored soldiers behind them.

The battle formation had just been completed when a muffled thunderous sound came from the harem.

The barbarian cavalry charge has begun!

……

At nineteen, Wugucha was already as strong as an iron tower, his body covered in muscles like cast iron, giving him unparalleled strength.

Of course, he felt that his brain was more developed than his muscles.

He knew this town, a place called Taiping Town, which had over a thousand households and was considered quite large in the Pingyang area.

There were dozens of plumes of smoke seen earlier.

Smoke from cooking fires represents food, and food is the hope for survival.

Even those who returned to the town, though the food wasn't very good, were enough to keep many people in the tribe alive.

During their time wandering around Pingyang Prefecture, this was the largest group of Han Chinese they had encountered, and they absolutely could not let them go.

There are no tactics, no strategies, and absolutely no need for them.

Let alone the fact that there may only be a few dozen or at most a hundred people in the town, even if there were a thousand, so what?
The elite cavalry of the No. 1 cavalry unit faced these Han Chinese as easily as cutting melons and vegetables. They were like sheep on the grassland, posing no threat whatsoever.

One hundred and twenty-three iron cavalrymen galloped past in the distance, quickly reaching their maximum speed. Their iron hooves stomped through the snow and sand, sending it flying in all directions. The dense sound of their hooves, like raindrops, formed a continuous line, resembling rolling thunder from the horizon. The biting cold wind tore at his face like a knife, whipping at his animal hide. The thrill of speed made his body burn, an indescribable pleasure, even more exhilarating than when he had conquered the women of his brothers.

That kind of exhilaration.

That kind of beauty.

It's captivating.

Before long, Taiping Town came into view.

Through the long, straight road, Wugucha could clearly see at the end of the road that there were wooden planks, and behind the planks were figures that looked like they were wearing black robes.

At this moment, Wugucha couldn't help but want to laugh.

Foolish Han people, how could you possibly think you could withstand the onslaught of the Iron Cavalry with flimsy wooden planks?
Very well, let these foolish Han people see just how terrifying the Haoshi Iron Cavalry really is.

With a whoosh, the scimitar was drawn, and a furious roar rang out: "Crush them!"

This will be the starting point for him to become the King of Haixi.

……

Rumble! Song Yan stood at the forefront of the battle formation, holding a thick door panel in his hand.

Through the gap in the door, one could clearly see the surging torrent sweeping in front of them. Hundreds of barbarian cavalry had already launched their most explosive charge. Although there were only a hundred men, they charged with the momentum of a thousand troops, as if dark clouds were covering the earth. Even his heartbeat became faster and faster with the dull sound of hooves, as if it was about to break free from the restraints in his chest.

How can flesh and blood withstand such power?

cavalry!

cavalry!

cavalry.

He truly deserves to be called the king of war in the era of cold weapons, possessing a terrifying power that can destroy everything.

Song Yan couldn't help but feel an overwhelming greed welling up in his chest. He wanted to build his own cavalry, heavy cavalry, not many, even just 30,000 would be enough to sweep away all the barbarians.

The Jurchens truly lived up to their reputation as a people of horseback. Even while galloping at high speed, these barbarians seemed to have grown up on horseback, their horsemanship so superb that it was breathtaking.

The ground beneath my feet was trembling slightly.

The sound of horses' hooves grew closer and closer.

The face of the rider on horseback can even be clearly seen.

"Everyone... engage!"

Suddenly, Song Yan roared, startling the heavily armored soldiers who were still in shock.

In the next instant, the soldiers leaned forward, their shoulders bracing against the door.

In just a few breaths, the cavalry in front had already crashed heavily into the battle formation.

"boom!"

Like a raging flood, it crashed against the riverbank embankment, producing a dull, booming sound.

The brutal Jurchen cavalry, their tall and magnificent warhorses, combined with a weight exceeding a thousand pounds, and the momentum of their rapid gallop, created an unparalleled impact.

The heavy door panel shattered almost instantly.

Song Yan felt a fierce force instantly penetrate him, and his body was forced backward uncontrollably, his blood surging in an instant. Several other figures, unable to withstand the impact, were sent flying backward, spitting out mouthfuls of blood mid-air.

Fortunately, the wooden planks cushioned the impact, and the heavy armor absorbed the shock, so he didn't die. Even so, he probably broke several bones in his body.

There are two exceptions: one is Luo Tianyang, and the other is the dynasty.

Both men possessed superhuman strength. Faced with such a fierce impact, their boots only slid back half a step before they used their legs to stabilize themselves. Luo Tianyang, in particular, let out a roar like a tiger and grabbed his horse's neck with both hands. In the next instant, with a whoosh, the horse and the barbarian cavalryman on it, weighing over a thousand pounds, were lifted up.

It traced an incredible arc in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground with a loud bang.

As for the barbarian cavalry on horseback, they were instantly crushed into mincemeat.

That scene sent chills down Song Yan's spine.

This guy probably has the courage of a tyrant.

As for the dynasty next to him, although it was not as exaggerated as Luo Tianyang, it was not much inferior. After taking a half step back, it immediately took a step forward, grabbed the neck of the warhorse, and roared, and the tall warhorse was thrown to the ground.

The barbarian cavalryman on horseback was also crushed beneath the fallen horse. One of his legs was broken into countless pieces. Before he could even let out a mournful cry, the horse's back crushed his abdomen, his internal organs were violently squeezed, and thick blood mixed with what looked like fragments of internal organs gushed from his open mouth.

The imagined scene of a single charge scattering the Han people did not materialize.

Ugucha's expression changed drastically. What he hadn't expected was that there were two such fierce individuals among this group of Han Chinese, who had caused him to lose two knights right from the start. The advantage of the charge had vanished, and the cavalry was forced to stop. However, the ferocious Jurchen cavalry would not retreat easily. Ugucha raised his scimitar high and slashed down at a figure.

However, it was this one blow that plunged Wugucha into the abyss of despair.

Clang!
The curved blade slashed fiercely at the boy's head.

then……

quack!

The knife broke.

The full force of the attack only left a white mark on the helmet.

It was only at this moment that Wugucha realized that it was not a black robe at all, but black armor.

In an instant, Wugucha felt a chill run down his spine.

When did the people of the Central Plains become so arrogant?

How many weapons could be forged from this suit of steel armor!

(End of this chapter)