A sickly fellow ridiculed by the entire army? I'll be the most beautiful woman in the barracks!

The swordsmen and shieldmen marched out of the camp with firm steps and orderly formation, re-establishing their ranks.

Arriving on the outer open field, facing the four hundred iron cavalry like a torrent of steel, the oppressive feeling made the air seem to freeze.

This feeling was completely different from when I faced a hundred cavalrymen in the camp just now.

Zhao Fubao licked his dry, pale lips, feeling his heart pounding faster in his chest. He felt less fear and more anticipation.

He turned to look at his sides, and everyone there had a solemn expression, their eyes fixed firmly ahead.

This time, Zhao Daxuan stood in the center of the formation, slightly raising his longbow as a deterrent to the enemy.

Batu looked at the formation in front of him, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips.

He habitually waved his hand, wanting the messenger beside him to give a signal.

But after a while he received no response, he realized that one of the ten cavalrymen who had just been shot by Zhao Daxuan was his messenger.

A flash of anger crossed Batu's eyes as he roared, "Give the order to launch a multi-wave charge!"

There were other messengers in the team who, upon hearing Batu's roar, immediately blew the bone whistles on their chests.

A piercing bone whistle sounded, emitting a specific frequency.

The four hundred iron cavalrymen moved, and the earth trembled and dust flew everywhere.

They turned their horses around and regrouped 400 meters in front of Zhao Daxuan's swordsmen and shieldmen.

This distance is far greater than the less than 100-meter charge distance within the camp just now.

Four hundred meters is enough for the warhorse to reach its maximum speed, thus generating the greatest impact force.

Batu's cavalry, in waves of nearly eighty men each, were about to launch five waves of real attacks, one after another, leaving no time for the sword and shield infantry in front to catch their breath.

The charge range of eighty cavalrymen was enough to cover most of the formation of the shield-and-sword infantry in front. The enemy would not only have to withstand a greater impact, but also have a longer battle line under pressure.

Based on experience, the first wave may cause some casualties, but as long as the shields of the swordsmen and shieldmen in front can be knocked off balance and the integrity of the formation can be disrupted.

However, the second and third waves will fiercely penetrate from the gaps or chaos, engaging in close-range slashing.

After each wave of attack, regardless of success or failure, they would quickly retreat, with the next team taking over to maintain the continuous advance.

With such overwhelming numbers and relentless attacks, no unit could withstand such pressure.

Whether it's physical strength, discipline, or formation, everything will eventually be exhausted and disintegrated during the charge.

As the bone whistle sounded, the four hundred iron cavalry officially launched their charge, causing the ground to tremble rhythmically.

As soon as Batu shouted out the multi-wave charge and the enemy regrouped, Zhao Daxuan's eyes flashed, and he gave the order in a deep voice.

"Layered Wave Formation, array!"

The sound reached the ears of everyone in the group clearly and powerfully.

The soldiers in the front row immediately plunged their heavy shields deep into the ground and tilted them backward, pressing their entire bodies against the ground to form a slope that resisted the impact.

The soldiers in the middle row raised their shields above their heads and tilted them forward, forming a continuous obtuse angle with the shields of the soldiers in front, resembling overlapping waves.

The soldiers in the back row placed their shields to the side, drew their sabers from their waists, and steadily extended a section of them from the gaps in the shields of the soldiers in the front row, ready for battle.

Once within 100 meters, the group of Tatar cavalrymen instinctively took off their short bows and aimed their arrows diagonally upwards, preparing to unleash a volley of arrows.

The main purpose of this volley of arrows was not to inflict damage, but to disrupt the enemy's formation.

Just then, a cold glint flashed in Zhao Daxuan's eyes as he stood motionless like a mountain. He took a step forward, and the skill [Death Battle Domain] quietly unfolded, enveloping the entire arena.

【Death Battle Domain】: Within the domain, the soldiers under your command are of synchronized will, fearless and painless, and cooperate perfectly as one, while exuding a cold killing intent to intimidate the enemy's morale.

Under the blessing of the [Death Battle Domain], Zhao Daxuan's soldiers felt a burning belief from the depths of their hearts that could burn away all fear.

At this moment, they were no longer emotional mortals, but cold war machines.

Under the skill's influence, the Tatar cavalry and their horses that rushed into the 100-meter range all paused.

A nameless fear welled up in their hearts, and the cavalry's charging speed suddenly dropped.

The arrows that were about to be shot not only lost their usual sharpness and accuracy, but some even slipped out of their hands and fell to the ground.

The sparse rain of arrows fell on the shield of the Wave Formation, making a crisp clanging sound, like powerless raindrops, easily bounced off the shield and slid away.

This volley of arrows had absolutely no effect as expected, causing Batu, who was in the distance, to frown deeply.

Despite the sudden decrease in speed, the iron cavalry still crashed into the wave formation at a speed far exceeding that of the previous wave of cavalry.

With the enhancement of the Death Battle Domain, Zhao Daxuan's men seemed to have their physical strength increased as well. Their hand muscles were taut, and their hands firmly locked onto the shield and the protruding long sword.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening crash resounded, as if the ground itself was trembling.

The first wave of cavalry crashed heavily against the sloping shield, the impact being directed to the ground. Half of the warhorses were pierced by the extended longswords, and the cavalrymen were thrown off by inertia.

The shields of Zhao Daxuan's first rank were knocked backward by the impact, and the soldiers behind the shields turned pale.

The soil beneath their feet was shoved deep, but their figures remained as steady as rocks, taking only a small step back to dissipate the force.

Meanwhile, the shields above the second row descended like cascading waves, slapping down on the still-riding cavalrymen like flies, knocking them off their horses or stunning them.

Meanwhile, the soldiers in the third rank had already drawn their long swords from their warhorses, and with swift and decisive movements, they stabbed the fallen cavalrymen without the slightest hesitation or pity.

With the support of the Death Battle Domain, everyone coordinated perfectly and completed the formation change without any hindrance.

Only a few of the first wave of cavalry managed to retreat. The second wave had already reached the front, but its power was greatly reduced due to the presence of warhorses and corpses on the ground.

After switching to the first row of swordsmen and shieldmen, they slammed their shields into the ground at an angle, easily dissipating the force of the second wave of impact.

The middle-ranking soldiers, who had caught their breath, once again formed cascading waves and slammed down, while the soldiers in the back rows drew their blades in unison.

The entire formation of swordsmen and shieldmen seemed to have transformed into a millstone, grinding away flesh and blood, constantly devouring the lives of the Tartar cavalry.

The cavalry after the third wave, unable to maneuver due to the corpses in front, experienced a significant decrease in speed and formation, with their faces showing obvious fear and hesitation.

Zhao Daxuan seized the opportunity and ordered another change of formation. His voice, like the clang of metal, clearly reached the ears of all his soldiers.

"change!"

The stacked wave formation instantly disintegrated, transforming into ten elite squads.

Each squad formed a triangular formation, with the front row holding shields and the rear row holding swords, actively inserting themselves into the already slowed cavalry.

The soldiers in the front row, holding shields, were no longer simply "ramming" their shields, but rather "slapping," "smashing," and "shaking."

They specifically targeted the horse's head and neck, and the swinging of the shield even created a whistling sound.

Soldiers in the rear, wielding swords, would sever the horses' legs with a single blow, and mercilessly finish off any cavalrymen who fell from their horses.

Amidst the chaos, the ten squads, enhanced by their skills, coordinated seamlessly and provided mutual cover.

Even if the cavalry regroups and charges, each squad can avoid them in advance and focus on attacking the enemy's weak points.

The ten squads, like red-hot daggers plunged into butter, easily pierced through the chaotic ranks, slaughtering with astonishing efficiency.

The Tartar cavalry regrouped several times and launched another attack, but all attempts ended in failure.

Looking at these soldiers, covered in blood, with empty, cold eyes, tirelessly wielding their shields and longswords, the Tartar cavalry were terrified and lost all will to fight.

Some men began to rein in their horses, ignoring orders and turning back to flee, thus completely breaking up the cavalry formation.

Batu watched this scene from afar, his face contorted with rage, his fists clenched so tightly that he didn't even notice his nails digging into his palms, his body trembling slightly from the intense shock and fear.

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible!!"