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The army split into two groups. The crown prince led 120,000 troops to directly confront the enemy from the front, while the other group of 80,000 troops sought opportunities from the flanks.

The grasslands, now in spring, are lush and green everywhere.

"We've been traveling for most of the day, how come we haven't seen a single Tibetan?"

The recruits had only been in the army for a year, and this was their first time participating in actual combat, facing a fierce opponent like Dazi. It was inevitable that they would feel a little flustered.

"Why, are you scared?"

The veteran leading the team, who was clearly a seasoned veteran, still looked relaxed at this moment because he knew that tension would only make his body stiff and unable to fight flexibly. Years of fighting had made him used to maintaining his body's flexibility at all times.

"No, I just want to meet Dazi as soon as possible and let him experience the power of my musket."

The recruit looked flustered, as if his thoughts had been seen through.

"You guys are really lucky. If my Great Dragon had had such a divine weapon as a musket earlier, we wouldn't have lost so many comrades."

The veteran seemed to drift into a brief recollection, remembering his comrades who had disappeared one by one.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

While everyone was still discussing it, the scouts ahead rode quickly to report the news.

Sure enough, a black line appeared on the distant horizon, and then the black line began to extend to both sides.

"They are Dazi cavalry."

Those with sharp eyes have already recognized that the black line represents the target of the Great Dragon Army: the Da Zi cavalry.

"Set up the formation~~~~"

The general in charge quickly organized his troops into four square formations. The entire army of 120,000 was rapidly divided into twelve square formations, with the soldiers in each formation arranged in four rows, facing the four directions, so that they could attack from all angles.

"Kuerto, I heard that this is the army led by the Great Dragon Prince."

"Haha, let's see who catches our little prince first, then."

Two burly men were watching the dragon soldiers arrayed in the distance with mockery. In their eyes, these were lambs with weapons; although they had weapons, they were still lambs in essence.

"And while we're at it, let's see who slaughters more lambs."

"It must be me, giddyup!"

For the two of them, it was more like a game, a competitive game.

Fifty thousand cavalrymen began to run towards the Great Dragon's position.

When ten thousand horses gallop, the scene is like a surging tide sweeping in from the horizon.

The dust kicked up by the horses' hooves blotted out the sky, like a moving yellow sand curtain. Their figures appeared and disappeared in the swirling dust, yet they advanced forward with overwhelming force.

On the other hand, the soldiers on the Da Long side were roughly divided into two groups: the veterans, holding their muskets, were ready for battle, while the new recruits were sweating and feeling weak, but they were still holding on.

"aim."

Seeing the Dazi cavalry charge, they clearly didn't know the power of firearms.

The cavalry were incredibly fast, arriving in the blink of an eye.

Five hundred meters.

"Four hundred meters."

The commander kept measuring the distance. For infantry, the training manual required firing at a distance of 100 meters. For cavalry, the manual specified a distance of 200 to 300 meters, which the commander could determine at his own discretion.

Although the maximum lethality and accuracy of muskets are at their best at 100 meters, cavalrymen are too fast, and musketeers may not have time to fire a second shot.

"Three hundred meters."

The starter had just shouted out 300 meters when he gave the order to fire.

"shooting."

"Bang~~"

"Bang~~"

"Bang~~"

The sound of muskets drowned out the cavalry's charge, deafeningly loud. Of the 120,000 soldiers, 60,000 were musketeers. With all 60,000 muskets firing simultaneously, the Dazi cavalry fell in droves.

Some were hit, others fell from their horses due to the horses being startled, and the entire 50,000 cavalrymen were thrown into chaos in an instant.

Kurto and Gou Tusa were also shocked. They seemed to have seen sparks coming from the tubes in the hands of the dragon soldiers, and then their cavalry began to fall.

"Kurto, what the hell is that?"

"As for the composition, I don't know either; it's really strange with this stuff."

"No wonder they dared to come to the great grasslands to cause us trouble."

Before Dazi could react, the second row of dragon soldiers started firing again, followed by the third and fourth rows.

They repeated this alternation, firing as they advanced. With each shot, large numbers of soldiers fell. The once invincible Dazi soldiers were immediately terrified and began to retreat. Once they found a place to escape to, they found a second and a third.

All the Dazi cavalry began to rout and flee. Seeing this, the Dalong soldiers' tense expressions disappeared, and they cheered excitedly.

"Haha, Dazi, you've finally met your match."

Looking at the corpses of the daimyo scattered on the ground, Li Junren felt an indescribable sense of relief.

Back when the Great Dragon was first established, the country was poor and the people were weak. The Da Zi army pressed in and threatened the Great Dragon. In the end, Li Tiancheng emptied the national treasury of Princess Zhen and signed a series of unequal treaties before the Da Zi army withdrew.

For several years after that, Dalong was unable to recover. Dazi treated Dalong's territory like his own backyard, coming and going as he pleased. Every year before winter, the border was even more turbulent, as Dazi would send people to plunder.

The people of Dalong usually regard the Dazi people as inferior. Within Dalong's territory, the Dazi can whip the people of Dalong at will, and the government can only turn a blind eye.

The people of Dalong have endured so much humiliation and for so many years; it's finally all coming to an end.

After cleaning up the battlefield, let's report the results to Li Junren.

"Your Highness, in today's battle, our army annihilated more than 16,000 Daz people and captured more than 6,000. We have a total of 20,000 warhorses, of which 14,000 are still usable, as well as countless weapons."

"Excellent, Your Highness, this is a great victory!"

"Your Highness, to acquire over ten thousand warhorses in one go is a great joy!"

The generals from various departments offered their congratulations.

"After handing over all the spoils to the logistics department, we will continue into the heart of the grasslands to replenish our food and ammunition."

"Yes."

Li Junren has already experienced several battles. Although this is his first time as the commander-in-chief, he has accumulated valuable experience. However, Li Junren does not know martial arts, so he looks more like a scholar-general.

Although more than 10,000 usable warhorses were captured, at this time, not a single general stepped forward to ask the crown prince for them, because these were real warhorses, not farm packhorses.

Good warhorses will recognize their masters; without a period of training and adjustment, these warhorses are simply impossible to control.

Those present who have risen to the rank of general naturally understand this principle, so the handling of the crown prince is meaningless.