Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

A hundred horses galloped, yellow dust filled the sky, and the rapid sound of hooves could be heard continuously.

"Giddy up!" The resounding voices of the two hundred cavalrymen were no less powerful than the sound of their horses' hooves. The reins in their hands swayed up and down, much like the rising and falling waves of the sea, which was quite magnificent.

Watching the magnificent horses galloping, Lin Ping was filled with emotion and even thought of painting a picture of a hundred horses galloping. However, his poor painting skills could only produce a picture of chicks pecking at rice, and it was a cartoon version of that.

The speed at which a car starts is an important criterion for judging its quality, and it is also a criterion for judging the quality of a warhorse. Even though the private army of the Mountain City Prefecture was wearing heavy armor, they still charged ahead.

"Hahaha! Do you see that? My Shancheng Prefecture's private army is far ahead!" Lian Ping laughed heartily, clearly showing off to Lin Ping.

"Tsk tsk..." Lin Ping shook his head helplessly: "As expected, we can't catch up. I wonder if crossbow bolts can catch up?"

"Crossbows?" Lian Ping was taken aback, but naturally understood what Lin Ping meant. He immediately stood up from his chair and shouted, "Watch out for enemy crossbows!"

"If you can't hear me, Brother Lianping, don't bother. We don't kill people, we only kill horses," Lin Ping said casually.

Kill the horse?

Is this still available?

The reason why the private army of Shancheng Prefecture is so fierce is largely due to its warhorses; their lives are more valuable than human lives.

Seeing that the private army of the mountain city government was still running forward with all its might, Lian Ping broke out in a cold sweat. He knew that although Lin Ping was cunning, he did not lie.

As expected, after Fang Shuang pulled back nearly fifty meters, the Jiangcheng government's private soldiers each took out an exquisite crossbow and aimed it at the rump of the enemy's warhorse.

"Fire!" shouted the captain who had slept with Lin Ping, his eyes filled with gloom.

Whoosh...

With a series of piercing sounds, crossbow bolts rained down on the enemy, specifically targeting the hindquarters of their warhorses.

The cold arrowheads were made of metal and had barbs at the back. The pain caused the warhorse to immediately buck up, its front legs raised high, and the private soldiers on its back fell to the ground. It was fortunate that they were not trampled to death by the iron cavalry.

In an instant, all the warhorses of the Shancheng Prefecture's private army panicked, and even those that had not been hit by arrows kept neighing.

"Hahaha, the Prince Consort's trick really works!" The captain laughed heartily. This round of attacks had wounded ten warhorses. If a few more rounds were to come, the enemy would surely be defeated.

"Despicable! They actually used underhanded tactics!" The Mountain City Lord was furious, glaring angrily at Jiang Xiuwen and the others.

In previous years' competitions, the gap between the two sides was not so large; they were almost neck and neck, so crossbows were practically useless. Therefore, the private army of the mountain city government only brought sharp spears.

Who would have thought that Lin Ping deliberately instructed the Jiangcheng government's private army to hold back, keeping as much distance as possible to maximize the effectiveness of the crossbow bolts.

"Hahaha, all's fair in war, surely you don't even understand this principle, Brother Lian!" Jiang Xiuwen laughed heartily, not feeling ashamed at all, clearly influenced by Lin Ping.

The fact that the private army had suffered heavy losses had already enraged the Mountain City Lord, and now that he had been belittled by Jiang Xiuwen, he was so angry that he trembled all over, and the teacup in his hand shattered into powder.

The private army of Shancheng Prefecture finally realized that the situation was bad, and hurriedly turned their horses around and charged back frantically, wishing they could wipe out the private army of Jiangcheng Prefecture, regardless of the many restrictions of the competition.

"Are you angry?" The captain who had slept with Lin Ping sneered. "Shoot the horse's head!"

Although the private soldiers of the mountain city government wore armor, their warhorses were not armored. After all, this was a competition of speed, and the warhorses could not bear too much weight.

In this way, the horse's head became the weak point, and the situation that Lin Ping had described finally occurred: the horse was killed!

Lin Ping loves animals very much and originally didn't want to hurt the kind warhorse, but he couldn't lose the race, so this was a last resort.

A volley of crossbow bolts rained down, and the first ten horses fell instantly, blood splattering from their heads, their deaths gruesome. Even many of the private soldiers on horseback were trampled into a bloody pulp.

This wasn't killed by Jiangcheng Prefecture's private army, nor was it a violation of the competition rules; it was simply that the enemy deliberately sought death.

Even so, the private army of Shancheng Prefecture did not back down at all, and even charged more fiercely. Lin Ping had to admire their courage.

"Hmph, even if there are only eighty men left, we can still wipe you out without leaving a single one alive!" Lian Ping said coldly to Lin Ping, really wanting to tear that smiling face off.

"Tsk tsk... The spears of the private army of Shancheng Prefecture seem a bit short..." Lin Ping shook his head regretfully, already stating the result of the battle.

Normally, a cavalryman's lance would not exceed three meters in length; any longer and it would be impossible to lift with one hand, since the other hand would be holding the reins.

The invention of the stirrup perfectly solved this problem, allowing cavalrymen to hold their lances with both hands and extend the lance shaft to five meters.

This extra two meters of length was absolutely fatal, and no matter how powerful the private army of the mountain city government was, they could not make up for it.

"Hmph, I'm afraid you can't even lift that ten-and-a-half-foot-long spear," Lian Ping replied dismissively.

He had long ago noticed that the spears carried by the Jiangcheng government's private army were five meters long, and that the spearheads were covered with black cloth.

Lian Ping's first reaction was that the enemy was bluffing. Even he himself was not confident in lifting a five-meter-long gun.

"Besides, our soldiers are wearing the toughest fish-scale armor, which ordinary spears can't pierce through at all, unless you aim for the neck or eyes, but then you'll be killing people!" Lian Ping continued to add.

These hundred cavalrymen were all elites and the pride of Lianping. Even their scale armor was thicker than that of ordinary soldiers, with their only weaknesses being their necks and eyes.

However, this is a competition, not a real battlefield. If a neck or eye is pierced, the Jiangcheng Prefecture's private army will be considered to have violated the rules, losing their eligibility to participate in this competition. They may even incur the wrath of various major forces, and whether they can leave at all will be a question.

"Oh? How hard is it?" Lin Ping smiled dismissively, quietly waiting for the show to begin.

"Hahaha, Jiang Xiuwen, are you kidding me with those ten-and-a-half-foot spear shafts? If you can even lift them, I'll eat the spearheads!" Seeing that the two sides were less than twenty meters apart and the crossbow bolts had become ineffective, the Mountain City Lord once again revealed a hearty laugh.

He believed in the strength of his own private army, and dismissed the Jiangcheng government's private army's ten-and-a-half-foot-long spears as mere showmanship and a death wish.

The city lord even arrogantly shouted, "Don't kill them, just break their arms and legs."

Do you want to dismember arms and legs?

It seems... just what I wanted!

Lin Ping lay half-reclined on the armchair, crossing his legs and tapping his fingers on the table, looking extremely relaxed and at ease, as if the battle had nothing to do with him.

When the two sides were ten meters apart, the Jiangcheng government's private army finally raised a five-meter-long spear shaft, the spearhead wrapped in black cloth pointing directly at the enemy's shoulder.

It was lifted up? It actually was lifted up? The audience members in the seats held their chins in their hands, as if afraid it would fall to the ground.