Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?

Chapter 874 - 649: The Game of Strategy

Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?

Chapter 874 - 649: The Game of Strategy

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Chapter 874: Chapter 649: The Game of Strategy

In an instant, two forces clashed.

The Western Turks’ soldiers had been bustling through the dense forest for quite some time without finding a single shadow, as if they had been toyed with all this time. Already simmering with anger, they vented all their fury on the ambushers, spurring their horses to charge madly at the opponent, plunging straight into the enemy ranks, and then wielding their scimitars to slash desperately among the crowd.

For a moment, flesh and blood flew, accompanied by continuous screams.

The attacking force didn’t seem to anticipate that they would emerge from the forest so quickly. Even though it was an ambush, they had no advantage, especially as the other side lacked cavalry and had more infantry. The charge of the Turkic Cavalry immediately cost these infantry dearly.

However, the opposing side was not entirely defenseless. After being cut down in swathes, some soldiers rallied to resist, slashing at the cavalry’s horse hooves with their blades. Wounded several times, the noble steeds could no longer hold up, shrieking piteously before collapsing to the ground, where the surrounding soldiers swarmed over, chopping the fallen Turkic soldiers into mincemeat.

Other groups of soldiers followed suit, and so the first wave of Turkic cavalry was engulfed by the masses.

In the silent gap between the two mountains, more soldiers, having heard of the battle up front, ran swiftly out. These infantry were well-trained, immediately forming formations, clutching heavy shields as they set up on the other side of the grassland. Long spears gleamed coldly as they extended through the shield gaps, forming a spiked iron armor that advanced slowly with heavy footsteps.

Seeing this, the rear wave of Turkic cavalry held back from charging recklessly; they slowed their pace.

But at that moment, a sharp whistle sounded behind the shield formation.

Startled, everyone hastily looked up, seeing countless arrows raining down from the sky.

"Watch out!"

"Quick, dodge!"

The Turkic soldiers had already suffered on this grassland, not expecting another tactic in combat. Charging halfway, the arrow storm hit, and within the cavalry ranks came another chorus of anguished cries as one after another Turkic soldier fell, shot off their mounts.

As they toppled, man and horse tumbled, leaving no time for the following cavalry to avoid them. Hooves promptly trampled them into bloody mush, leaving bones nowhere to be found!

Seeing this, the man beside the Wolf-faced Prince turned ashen-faced.

They had originally come to reinforce Taiyuan, not expecting to encounter an ambush halfway. The attackers before them were a mystery, but dressed like the archers who ambushed earlier, appearing here clearly with intentions against them.

Having just been ambushed and now again losing ground, he quickly drew his scimitar: "Damn it, Heavy Cavalry!"

At his command, a thunderous sound of hooves arose from behind!

A majestic cavalry unit charged out from behind the woodland’s trees.

Earlier, in pursuit of those archers, these Light Cavalry rode fastest, but this reinforcement to Taiyuan wasn’t just nimble Light Cavalry; the Wolf-faced Prince had specially brought a unit of Heavy Cavalry.

These warriors, clad in thick iron armor, even their noble steeds armored, were too heavy to move swiftly, only just emerging from the woods now. Yet, this Heavy Cavalry excelled at assault, and the shield formation to them was mere tofu before the blade.

As the Heavy Cavalry charged out from the forest, the Light Cavalry who had suffered losses grew wildly excited, their eyes reddened: "Kill them!"

"We won’t let our brothers die in vain!"

"Today, we must kill them all here, not one shall live!"

Hearing these blood-stirring roars, everyone grew furious, brandishing their swords and blades, yet among them, one lone rider stood quietly on a dirt slope, watching the bloody struggle on the grassland below.

This man was the Wolf-faced Prince.

His face was mostly covered, revealing no joy or anger up to this point, but as he saw the Heavy Cavalry burst from the woods, ready to charge with the man, he tightly pursed his thin lips.

Then he said, "Wait."

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