Chapter 1465: Total Collapse

What he did not expect even more was that these Cannibal Tribe members actually came riding oxen, aggressive and fierce, wearing shiny clothing that rattled with a *swish-swish* sound, like a stream hitting stones; not only was it dazzling, but it was also impenetrable, and when a Weapon poked at it, it was like poking at a stone.

As soon as a strike failed to cause damage, one's Weapon would immediately be hacked off, and one would be slashed across the body, resulting in either death or injury; furthermore, the oxen did not care at all what was in front of them, charging forward simply to ram.

Driven by the charge, the Ox Horn would lightly flick, and a person would be sent flying directly, and then, after being trampled a few times, there was absolutely no possibility of survival.

Originally, they dealt with oxen every day and were not very afraid of them, but after discovering that these people riding oxen were so terrifying, they lost their confidence in fighting; facing the rampaging oxen, they had only one thought: run immediately, run as fast as possible, because if you ran into one, there was only a dead end, with absolutely no possibility of winning, even if dozens of them surrounded one person, it felt like there was no chance of victory.

That was not a simple matter of a person and an ox, but a giant rock with the defensive power of stone, as well as extremely fast speed and extremely strong attack power; one touch meant death, how could this be fought?

They scattered and fled, but the Cavalry drove them toward the center like cattle and sheep using their Knives; at this moment, the people had no ability to think, they just ran as fast as they could, and as for where they were running to, it no longer mattered, they did not care.

Hun was at the very front, and after a round of slaughter, he drove the savages who were about to charge up back again; gradually, all the Cavalry were also forming an encirclement.

The Tribal Chief of the savages discovered the situation was wrong and shouted loudly, telling them to scatter, scatter, but the savages could not listen to anything at this moment, continuously shrinking their circle, holding their Spears, resisting the Cavalry's charge like a hedgehog.

Hun discovered the Tribal Chief directing among the savages, so he quickly patted his ox and launched a full-force charge, knocking away the savages blocking his front; they had no thoughts of fighting, and upon seeing the Cavalry coming, they only knew how to dodge.

Just like that, Hun easily charged through the crowd of savages, as if poking a hole in the middle of a fruit, but he did not break through the encirclement they had painstakingly formed; his goal was also very clear, and that was the Leader of these savages—to capture the bandits, first capture their king.

The Tribal Chief saw a Cavalryman charging straight at him and secretly thought it was bad, hurriedly dodging like the other Soldiers, attempting to conceal his identity, but Hun had already locked onto him; how could he let him escape easily?

A sharp brake, then turning the ox's head, he charged toward the Tribal Chief again; the ox hooves kicked up a lot of turf. Those savages understood the intentions of the Huaxia, and there were still a few brave Soldiers who wanted to come out to help their Tribal Chief, but after their Weapons were knocked away, they still chose to dodge hurriedly.

The Tribal Chief could only run, but how could he outrun an ox? After Hun chased him around several times, he successfully knocked away the Tribal Chief's Weapon, then seized the right moment and grabbed the hair of the Wulenge Tribe's Tribal Chief.

The Tribal Chief felt the pain and could only run along with Hun's ox, while wailing "ai-ai-ah-ah" in his mouth.

The Huaxia Soldiers cheered loudly, and the Soldiers standing by in full battle array at the very top also cheered and shouted; they had not expected the Cavalry to be so fierce.

Dozens of Cavalrymen actually scared over a thousand people like this; right now on the field, it was estimated there were still about two thousand people, but when they saw their Tribal Chief being grabbed by the hair and dragged back so easily, they completely lost their fighting spirit. They could not even pierce the clothing of the Huaxia people; how could this battle still be fought? Wouldn't staying behind just make them food for these cannibal tribes?

Thus, completely without warning, the savages began to collapse and flee, each running faster than the last. The Cavalry's encirclement and interception were not very effective this time because the savages had no will to fight; they only thought about running as far as they could, and they ran very scattered, so the Cavalry's effect was very limited.

This was just like herding sheep: if one sheep is disobedient, you just need to catch up and control it; for two or even more, you just catch the lead sheep. Once the lead sheep is caught, the other sheep follow obediently.

But if the lead sheep dies and the flock scatters, you have absolutely no way to deal with it, because even the sheep themselves do not know where they want to go; they are all running around aimlessly, so the Cavalry were all a bit exhausted from the pursuit, and the oxen and their own stamina were also reaching their limits.

Wearing Heavy Armor oneself while having to continuously swing a Weapon and control the ox was very tiring.

But as for the ox, the ox's own protective armor alone weighed dozens of catties, and carrying a person wearing Iron Armor on its back meant basically two hundred catties; having to run like this, even if the ox was all muscle, even if the ox's lungs were strong enough, it was now almost out of strength to run.

Fortunately, these savages had already been scared out of their wits; even if they discovered that the Huaxia Cavalry could no longer run, they did not have the courage to counterattack.

If there were no oxen and the Soldiers were just wearing Heavy Armor like this, they would not be able to stand it either; no matter how good their physique was, after a sprint of several hundred meters, their stamina would basically be exhausted, so such Heavy Armor was only used by the Cavalry.

Ordinary infantry Soldiers and Archer and Swordsmen all wore Full Armor; the Huaxia Full Armor only provided comprehensive protection, with the key parts being iron plates or copper plates, but they were relatively thin, and most positions were filled with leather and cloth-stuffed fur as a buffer.

Light Armor only had a small piece of iron on the chest, while all other places were Leather Armor and Cloth Armor; it was lighter and suitable for Soldiers who marched quickly or explored intelligence to wear, and the production cost was lower, so some new recruits could also be equipped with it.

Now that the Cavalry were exhausted, the battle situation shifted significantly, so Ce immediately gave the order for the Soldiers to charge down and carry out an encirclement and mopping-up of the enemy; those who resisted would be killed without mercy, and those who surrendered could be spared.

Wuzhong took the lead, his sturdy body holding a Changdao, and shouted to the sky: "Charge!"

Afterwards, everyone followed and charged forward, then scattered while running, in groups of three, pursuing and driving the fleeing savages, trying to capture as many live prisoners as possible.

This blood-boiling scene made Ce feel extremely anxious; he was a Huaxia man, and he also wanted to charge down and kill with a knife. A man who did not want to earn Military Merit was not a good Huaxia Soldier, not to mention that he was currently shouldering the position of a Regimental Commander, which was a military post.

Since he counted as more than half a soldier, how could he not crave earning Military Merit, especially that which was won through real, hard-fought combat? If this battle was won, although he could also earn Military Merit—after all, he was the one personally commanding—he understood the lack of substance in it; he could not claim the primary merit, nor could he obtain too great a credit. These were all secondary; he genuinely wanted to go to the front line to kill the enemy.