Chapter 1082

First Volume, Chapter 1082: One-Sided Massacre

Zhao Yulong spoke sense—facing heavy cavalry and still charging forward, that kind of courage was certainly not possessed by ordinary bandits.

But no matter who they were, without even decent armor, their charge was nothing but Beidi War Tactics.

"Yuxiong, move."

Hearing Qin Feng's command, Zhao Yulong no longer hesitated; he drew his saber and raised it sharply overhead.

The fifty Black Cavalry Heavy Armor beside him, facing enemies gradually forming an Encirclement and closing in, showed no fear—instead, they calmly removed their Bow and Arrow.

The nearest enemies were now less than a Hundred Steps away.

"Shoot!"

At Zhao Yulong's order, he swung his saber down sharply; the fifty Black Cavalry Heavy Armor released their arrows in perfect unison.

Fifty arrows shot outward in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, over thirty men were struck.

Wu Heli, commanding the front lines, saw his Comrades fall and felt his scalp go numb.

"What?!"

"This… this is the Black Cavalry Heavy Armor's archery?!"

"No wonder they're the Elite Troops among Elite Troops!"

Though Wu Heli had prepared himself mentally, he was still startled.

The Regular Army's Beixi County Archery Training was one of the mandatory subjects—the more elite the unit, the more precise their archery, since arrows were never disposable.

To shoot accurately, arrowheads required exceptional craftsmanship, which inevitably raised production costs, forcing every archer to hone their skill relentlessly, striving for every arrow to find its mark.

Units like the Black Cavalry Heavy Armor often charged into the fiercest Battlefields, and their arrows were rarely replenished.

That's why the Black Cavalry Heavy Armor had to maximize every arrow's value.

Just from the Ranged Attack, over thirty men were hit, with ten plus struck in vital spots, instantly losing Combat Effectiveness.

The Comrades who had been roaring to tear the Black Cavalry Heavy Armor into pieces were now stunned by their terrifying archery—their Morale plummeted instantly.

Seeing the Encirclement slow, Wu Heli dared not delay—he bellowed at once: "Don't falter! All vanguards, charge forward!"

"Archers, provide cover!"

Over a hundred archers launched attacks from the outer perimeter.

Since the Black Cavalry Heavy Armor were large targets, even untrained archers could still hit them.

Amid a clatter of metallic pings, not a single Black Cavalry Heavy Armor fell from their Warhorse—nor did their posture shift at all.

These crudely made arrows couldn't even pierce the Black Cavalry Heavy Armor's Heavy Armor, let alone stick to it.

The severely lacking Breakthrough Weapon arrowheads, against the finely crafted, smooth, slightly curved armor plates, had only one outcome: they were deflected outright.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Arrows struck one after another, embedding shallow dents into the Black Cavalry Heavy Armor's Armor, like mosquito bites.

The Black Cavalry Heavy Armor responded methodically; though using Horsebows, their draw strength matched that of a "Medium Step Bow," enhanced by Armor-Piercing Arrowhead.

These bandits, lacking basic protection, once shot, would either writhe in pain on the ground or immediately lose their fighting ability.

By the time the vanguard reached the Black Cavalry Heavy Armor's front line, nearly eighty had already been felled.

Seeing the enemies charging up, Zhao Yulong raised his saber again: "Beidi War Response!"

As his words ended, the outer ranks of Black Cavalry Heavy Armor sheathed their Bow and Arrow, lowered their Chang Mao; as the first enemy reached them, they thrust forward with swift precision—piercing straight through the enemy's chest.

More and more enemies screamed toward the Black Cavalry Heavy Armor, yet none could break through their first DefensiveLine against the Chang Mao.

Men kept falling into pools of blood.

Wu Heli saw this and roared: "Target their Warhorses!"

Soldiers obeyed, instantly shifting focus and thrusting their Chang Mao at the Warhorses.

When the razor-sharp Chang Mao struck the Warhorses, sparks flew—and a sharp crack echoed.

The spearheads, forged of iron, were durable—but the crudely made shafts were not.

The harder they pushed, the more likely the shafts would snap.

Moreover, Light Infantry charging Heavy Cavalry was nothing short of suicide.

Even when they aimed for the Warhorse's legs, they were eliminated before they could even land a blow.

Wu Heli's brow deepened with each passing moment—this Battle was unfolding nothing like he'd expected.

At first, he thought that even if the Black Cavalry Heavy Armor's armor was tough, targeting their Warhorses would drain their strength—but instead… they weren't just passive targets.

On the contrary, the Black Cavalry Heavy Armor, clad in Heavy Armor, were all massive, muscular men; despite the weight, their monstrous strength made them incredibly agile.

Leveraging the length advantage of their Chang Mao, they often killed enemies before the Warhorses could be struck.

After repeated charges, one Black Cavalry Heavy Armor was finally brought down by five or six Chang Mao simultaneously.

The Black Cavalry Heavy Armor fell from his Warhorse; the crowd surged forward—but were blocked by nearby Black Cavalry Heavy Armor.

Meanwhile, the fallen Black Cavalry Heavy Armor did not rush to remount.

Only when he dropped his Chang Mao, drew his Weapon from his waist, took two steps forward, and, bracing against the incoming Chang Mao, slashed the enemy before him to death, did they finally realize:

Even without a Warhorse, these Black Cavalry Heavy Armor… were still Heavy Infantry!

Five hundred men dead or wounded—over half—and still they couldn't break the Black Cavalry Heavy Armor's DefensiveLine, not a single Black Cavalry Heavy Armor fallen.

This Flock Like Moths to Flame assault left even Wu Heli feeling utterly hopeless.

"The gap is simply too great…"

At that moment, Chang Cheng, watching from afar, seeing the tide turn against them, immediately led the remaining three hundred Comrades forward in support.

Under the protection of his confidants, Chang Cheng charged to Wu Heli's side and shouted: "Big Brother! If we'd organized Heavy Infantry to defend, we might've crippled the Black Cavalry Heavy Armor—but now the situation is reversed!"

"We lack Armor and Breakthrough Weapon, yet we're charging their impregnable DefensiveLine—attacking with our weakness against their strength. This is the worst strategy possible."

Wu Heli's eyes held resignation; he had long known that eliminating the Black Riders would demand a terrible sacrifice.

He merely thought that their numerical superiority could compensate for their inferior equipment.

Unfortunately, the Black Riders' advantage lay not only in their Armor, but also in their combat experience and superior Command.

"The Powerful Clans of Nan Jing ordered us to ambush Qin Feng, yet they didn't even give us decent Weapons—how are we supposed to fight? Are we really to send our Comrades to die?"

Wu Heli could not bear to watch his Comrades sacrifice themselves needlessly; just as he prepared to order a Military Retreat, Chen Yanzong charged toward the Black Riders, spear in hand.