I will make Qin Shi Huang immortal in the Great Qin Dynasty.

The Xiongnu commander's expression changed slightly.

Before his cavalry even entered firing range, the enemy's arrows had already arrived.

That's almost double the range difference.

He had seen many opponents and had fought against the Qin garrison many times.

I've never seen cavalry arrows shoot that far.

A sense of foreboding crossed his mind.

But the group of just over a thousand people in front of him was not enough to frighten him.

He quickly suppressed that slight hesitation.

He waved his hand, ordering the entire army to accelerate their charge and close the distance.

Once they get within firing range, their tenfold numerical advantage will be enough to overwhelm the enemy.

The Xiongnu cavalrymen spurred their horses on, their semi-circular formation regrouping into a dense charging formation.

But the Qin cavalry did not give them a chance to close the distance.

They maintained a relative speed while constantly adjusting their rhythm.

They maintained a distance from the Xiongnu cavalry that was too far for them to reach, yet far enough for them to keep up.

The second wave of arrows followed closely behind the trails of the first wave.

Wave after wave of rain fell on the vanguard of the Xiongnu cavalry, tearing apart their newly regrouped momentum once again.

The third wave of arrows arrived a few breaths later, each one carving a new furrow in the ranks of the Xiongnu cavalry.

After several volleys of arrows, seven or eight hundred corpses and wounded lay on the ground in front of the Xiongnu cavalry.

Some people were shot off their horses but were still alive. In the chaos, they were trampled by the hooves of the horses behind them until they were unrecognizable.

Even after being shot by an arrow, some people still gripped the reins tightly, trying to maintain their balance.

However, they were left behind at the back of the line by the ever-accelerating charge and could not keep up.

The initial high morale of the charge is being worn away layer by layer.

The distance between the two sides has finally been reduced.

Commander Yang placed the bow back on the saddle and gripped the halberd tightly once more.

He glanced back at the cavalry formation behind him, confirming that the formation was still intact.

Then he turned to the approaching Xiongnu cavalry, whose sharpness had been diminished by arrows.

Take a deep breath: "Melee preparation—Charge."

More than a thousand cavalrymen simultaneously put away their bows and arrows and drew their lances.

Their warhorses maintained their charging speed.

Iron hooves pounded the grassland, carrying an indomitable momentum, and crashed straight into the ranks of the Xiongnu cavalry.

Commander Yang was the first to engage the enemy.

His halberd was longer than that of a typical lance.

In the final moments before engaging the enemy.

Using the momentum of the horse, he adjusted the halberd shaft to a precise slashing angle.

With a flick of the wrist, the halberd blade, carrying a sharp gust of wind, sliced ​​through the shoulder armor and collarbone of the first Xiongnu cavalryman.

The man's body had a long gash running from his shoulder to his waist, and he fell off the horse.

The second man rushed up immediately, but Commander Yang did not sheathe his halberd.

Instead, he took the opportunity to pull and push the halberd shaft backward.

He slammed the iron ferrule at the end of the halberd into the opponent's face.

The crisp sound of bones cracking was so brief in the chaos of battle that it went almost unnoticed.

The halberd danced powerfully in his hands.

Thrust, poke, cleave, sweep, and hook—wherever the halberd blade sliced, armor and flesh tore apart together.

Within the arc of the halberd's sweep, the close-range cavalrymen seemed to be forced back by an invisible force, falling one after another, men and horses sprawling.

He passed through the cavalry ranks, leaving a trail of fallen riders and frightened horses in his wake.

The passage continued to extend behind him.

The more than a thousand riders behind him followed closely, like an iron wall advancing forward.

Among them were several cavalry commanders and warriors who had also reached the Yuan Tu realm.

Although they did not have the long-range advantage of Commander Yang's halberd.

However, his weapons and physique still far exceeded those of ordinary people.

Hammers, iron bars, and broadswords—each one is so heavy that an ordinary person cannot easily swing it.

But in their hands, it was as easy as using their own limbs.

The force generated by the swing was enough to make the approaching Xiongnu cavalry stagger.

Those cavalrymen who had not yet broken through to the Yuan Tu realm had already accumulated a considerable amount of Yuan power within their bodies.

Their strength far surpasses that of ordinary elite soldiers.

Many of them possessed strength equivalent to several thousand kilograms.

Any one of them, if placed on a battlefield a few years ago, could be worth a hundred men.

At this moment, more than a thousand people gathered together to charge into battle.

The momentum was like thousands of Xiang Yus charging into battle at the same time.

Each one carries an unparalleled sharpness and an unstoppable impact.

The Hun cavalry's lines were split open in the middle by that charge.

The cavalry at the edge of the rift were pushed to the sides to retreat.

Some tried to stabilize their formation but couldn't stop the surging momentum.

The already loosened formation completely lost its cohesion during that attack.

After one round of charging, the Xiongnu cavalry lost another two or three thousand men.

The battlefield was littered with the corpses of men and horses, and weapons were scattered all over the ground.

The wounded warhorse neighed in the twilight, but no one paid it any heed.

The Xiongnu commander's expression had completely changed.

He was just thinking that ten times the troop strength would be enough to overwhelm the opponent.

At that moment, only one thought remained in his mind.

What those defeated soldiers said was true.

There were indeed some Qin cavalrymen with strength exceeding ten thousand jin, and some who could fight a thousand men single-handedly.

There really are people on the battlefield who are like gods descending to earth, unstoppable wherever they go.

He saw the commander wielding a halberd rampaging through the crowd.

Seeing those Qin cavalrymen in their iron armor charging through enemy lines as if they were nothing, was truly astounding.

Now I finally understand why so many tribes were wiped out and so many defeated soldiers fled back to the royal court within a month.

He looked at the scattered cavalrymen around him.

He glanced again at the Qin cavalry that was regrouping in the distance.

Just as he was about to issue the order to regroup and fight another round, his gaze suddenly froze.

He noticed something unusual in the formation of the Qin cavalry.

Someone fell off the horse.

Although he immediately flipped himself up after landing, his warhorse was already lying on the ground and unable to get up.

Not just one, but several warhorses collapsed to the ground after this charge.

He was exhaling thick white breath from his mouth and nose, and his legs were twitching slightly.

It was as if he had exhausted his last bit of strength and could no longer stand up.

The commander's warhorse also fell.

After several Xiongnu cavalrymen were knocked down by Commander Yang's halberd,

An arrow, seemingly out of nowhere, struck its neck.

It ran for the last dozen or so steps before finally giving way, its front legs buckled, and it collapsed forward, horse and rider alike.

Commander Yang released the stirrups the moment he landed.

He rolled over on the grass and then stood up again.

He stood up straight, still gripping the halberd tightly in his hand.

Many more cavalrymen fell from their horses, which were exhausted from the long march and continuous fighting.

They were carrying a much heavier load than ordinary cavalry, and by this point they had exceeded their limits.

The eyes of the Xiongnu commander lit up.

Can a cavalryman without horses still be called a cavalryman?

Those Qin cavalrymen who fell from their horses had lost their speed and momentum, and their unstoppable, tidal wave-like force.

As long as we trap them in place, we can wear them down layer by layer by using our superior numbers and encirclement.

Even if they are all incredibly strong, they will eventually get tired and exhausted.

He suddenly raised his arm, his voice filled with a desperate urgency and ruthlessness: "Surround them! They're out of horses! Surround them!"

Those scattered Xiongnu cavalrymen seemed to have been given a renewed boost by these words.

They began to converge on the Qin cavalry that was regrouping from all directions.

Some reined in their horses to slow down and circle around to the flanks, while others flanked from the rear, and still others kept their distance and drew their bows and arrows from afar, attempting to use long-range harassment to restrain the fallen Qin cavalry and gradually reduce their space for maneuver.