In the Great Qin Dynasty, I, the Unruly Commander, begin by dual-cultivating with Yan Ling Ji.

On the hillside along the Fei River,

Ying Ziqing, his hands clasped behind his back, gazed at the fleet that was slowly coming into view in the distance, and said in a detached tone:

"When the Chu army arrives, have the Iron Pagoda cavalry use thunder as a signal, and do not kill those dressed in red."

Meng Tian, ​​who was standing guard with his sword at his side, had a sudden thought.

The commander-in-chief has actually managed to turn some of the Chu army against him!

If we were to add another 10,000 Iron Pagoda Heavy Cavalry, we would surely be able to swallow up the entire Chu army that came to Zhao's aid!

The commander-in-chief is indeed a man of foresight and strategic planning!

"Yes, Your subordinate obeys!"

……

As the large ships of the Chu state moored along the riverbank, the 100,000-strong army disembarked in an orderly fashion.

Jing Qi, clad in armor and wielding a sword, stood at the bow of the ship, his heart pounding with emotion.

Looking down at the army of soldiers standing in rows of halberds, Jing Qi revealed a smug smile.

But then he noticed something else.

Compared to the solemn and disciplined 50,000 elite Chu troops, the remaining 50,000 peasant soldiers seemed more like they were just there to make up the numbers.

Although they were clad in armor and dressed in the red clothes of farmers, the group was disorganized and unable to even assemble properly.

Jing Qi glanced at his deputy, Tian Sheng, who was also the newly appointed head of the Gonggong Hall of the Farmer's Clan.

A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he spoke calmly:

"Master Tian, ​​all the soldiers of our Great Chu army have now landed. Our elite troops will form the vanguard, and the peasant soldiers will form the rearguard."

The task of towing and guarding the ships fell to the peasant army.

Tian Sheng's unremarkable face showed no sign of displeasure; he calmly cupped his hands and said:

"The farmers will obey the general's orders."

Jing Qi nodded in satisfaction. It was good that the head of the farmhouse knew what was good for him, which saved him from having to give him a lecture.

Soon, under Tian Sheng's orders, the 50,000 peasant soldiers brought up the rear to handle miscellaneous tasks such as boating, while Jing Qi rode his horse to the central army of the Chu army's elite forces and ordered the army to set off.

Just as the army had not gone far, a thunderclap suddenly rang out in the cloudless sky!

Boom! !

Jingqi's warhorse was somewhat startled. He raised his head and looked at the sky with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

"Strange, why would there be a thunderclap on such a clear, cloudless day?"

Suddenly, a deep tremor came from the earth.

Jing Qi's expression changed drastically. As a veteran general who had seen many battles, he naturally knew what this shock meant.

His face turned pale instantly, and without hesitation, he roared at the messenger:

"Forward troops, form defensive lines!!"

As the tremors intensified, deep and heavy war drumbeats reached the ears of Jing Qi and the Chu army.

The war drums beat, their deep, muffled sound like a roar from the depths of the earth, causing the air to tremble slightly.

The earth, like a colossal beast awakened, began to tremble restlessly.

It was a thrilling, exhilarating vibration that emanated from the soles of your feet, as if the whole world was trembling in anticipation of an impending storm.

In the distance, a dark, imposing torrent of armored vehicles slowly advanced—a square formation of heavy cavalry.

Sunlight shone on their raised armor, reflecting a blinding, cold light, like countless sharp swords dancing in the air.

Jing Qi looked at the cavalry, whose men and horses were all covered in heavy black armor, and a deep fear appeared in his eyes...

"That...that is...the Ironclad Pagoda!"

The Great Qin King's banner fluttered in the wind. The hooves of warhorses thundered like rain, each thud striking the earth heavily.

As the bugle call sounded, the silent and menacing Ironclad Cavalry suddenly accelerated, and the earth trembled even more violently, as if it were about to be torn apart by this violent force.

The neighing of warhorses and the scraping of armor formed an unstoppable torrent.

The war drums beat more and more urgently, like a death knell.

Each thrust urged the heavy cavalry to accelerate, and accelerate even further. The earth receded beneath their feet, the awe-inspiring power surging like a tidal wave, raising dust wherever they went, as if even heaven and earth were trembling at the sight of this charge.

The moment the torrent of Ironclad Cavalry surged into the Chu army's ranks, the entire battlefield instantly transformed into a carnage of carnage.

The Chu army's defenses were like a fragile dam, instantly torn open by the heavy cavalry's charge, creating a huge breach.

The Ironclad Cavalry's warhorses were tall and strong; wherever their hooves trod...

The bodies of the Chu soldiers were mercilessly crushed, blood and severed limbs splattering everywhere.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The heavy cavalry, clad in thick iron armor and wielding spears and battle axes, moved through the Chu army's ranks like messengers of death.

Their spears thrust out like venomous snakes, piercing the enemy's chest, and blood dripped from the spear tips, staining the mane of their warhorses red.

As the battle axes swung, they kicked up clouds of blood mist. The shields and heads of the Chu soldiers were easily shattered like brittle paper under the axe blades, and severed limbs flew through the air before crashing heavily onto the muddy battlefield.

On the battlefield, the shouts and screams of the Chu army mingled together, creating a chilling symphony.

They tried to organize an effective resistance, but all their efforts seemed so small and powerless in the face of the Ironclad Cavalry's onslaught.

The swords and blades of the Chu army struck the heavy cavalry's iron armor, producing only a crisp sound but failing to inflict any real damage. Each attack from the Ironclad Cavalry, however, was like the scythe of death, reaping the lives of Chu soldiers.

The earth was stained dark red with blood, and the soil mixed with flesh and blood emitted a nauseating stench.

Looking at the battlefield, which resembled a living hell, and the slaughtered elite Chu troops, Jing Qi was about to order a retreat with a look of horror on his face.

The ship is still behind them; if they can get on board, they can escape!

As he was about to turn around, he heard screams and the sound of halberds clashing behind him!

He turned around and was horrified to find that...

The peasant soldiers, who were originally positioned to cover the rear, suddenly drew their swords and charged at the Chu army's elite troops who had their backs to them!