Chapter 137: The Barricade (Third Update)

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“With such a comparison, my personal regret is truly insignificant!” Qin Cheng declared.

Whether he truly believed this or whether the Han army would act accordingly was uncertain, but these words alone were enough to disgust Chamucho.

And that was precisely what Qin Cheng wanted—to disgust Chamucho. If, on top of that, he could provoke Chamucho’s anger, that would be even better. When a person’s emotions become agitated, their behavior tends to falter. If Chamucho lost his composure at this moment, it would be excellent news for Qin Cheng and the 2,500 Han soldiers behind him.

Chamucho had originally been glaring furiously at Qin Cheng, but after Qin Cheng finished speaking, he suddenly burst into loud laughter.

“At first, I thought if you surrendered wisely, I might spare your life. But now, it seems you deserve to die. Since you deserve death, I will show no mercy!”

Qin Cheng smiled arrogantly, drawing his horse and turning back. “When it’s time to kill you, I will make sure you die without pain. But that will only be after you personally witness the annihilation of your great army.”

He laughed heartily twice before spurring his horse back to the Han cavalry formation.

Before the army, Qin Cheng drew his horse and turned, standing firm with a cold gaze upon the 15,000 Wuhuan cavalrymen arrayed before him.

Behind Qin Cheng, 1,500 Han cavalrymen faced the 15,000 Wuhuan horsemen without a trace of fear.

Chamucho had intended to display his might before the battle, to bolster his own morale, but in the end, he was the one left humiliated. Qin Cheng’s turn back left no room for Chamucho to conceal his fury. His face darkened ominously as he withdrew to his camp. Drawing his long saber before the army, he looked toward the Han forces he deemed weak and easy to crush, then swung his blade and shouted, “Charge!”

At this moment, Qin Cheng’s ring-shaped blade remained sheathed. Watching the Wuhuan cavalry surge toward him, he maintained a calm expression.

Qin Cheng did not order the Han cavalry behind him to charge. Sending 1,500 horsemen to face 15,000 would be suicide. He was not so foolish. In fact, Qin Cheng had no intention of letting these 1,500 Han cavalrymen engage the Wuhuan horsemen today. If not for appearances, he would rather have them rest peacefully in camp.

A charge by 15,000 cavalrymen was a breathtaking sight. Qin Cheng had long dreamed of forming an iron cavalry, but reality had forced him to remain with nothing. Perhaps he had once imagined leading 15,000 ironclad riders into battle, but he never thought he would be leading only 1,500 to meet a charge of ten times that number—a scenario devoid of grandeur or heroism.

As the Wuhuan horsemen closed within a mile of the Han camp, a few hundred archers suddenly burst forth from their ranks. After forming their lines, Qin Cheng leisurely drew his long saber and slowly pointed it at the approaching enemy. By the time he completed these movements, the Wuhuan cavalry was still fifty yards away.

“Archers!” Qin Cheng commanded sharply.

At that moment, the Wuhuan riders were a hundred paces out.

A hundred paces was a trivial distance for cavalry. Horses could cover that with just a few swipes of their sabers or a couple of spur kicks.

But Qin Cheng would not allow the Wuhuan horsemen to cross that hundred paces so easily.

The Wuhuan cavalry sensed something was amiss. Despite their ferocity, the Han cavalry in front of the camp had not moved. At first, the Wuhuan thought the Han riders were too cowardly to engage, but when they neared within a mile of the Han camp and saw the Han cavalry readying short bows, confusion set in.

What were the Han doing? Waiting passively to die while firing a few desperate arrows?

Then the Han archers emerged and formed ranks before the cavalry. The Wuhuan centurion leading the charge laughed—a vicious, triumphant laugh.

No matter what the Han intended, in the centurion’s eyes, their fate was sealed. They would be wiped out by his massive force.

Qin Cheng narrowed his eyes, measuring the distance between the Wuhuan cavalry and the camp.

Then, with a fierce swing of his saber, he shouted, “Loose!”

Over two thousand archers simultaneously loosed their iron-tipped arrows, the whistling missiles soaring into the sky.

At the same time, the lead Wuhuan horses suddenly faltered, knees buckling, and toppled forward. Riders, caught unawares, were thrown from their mounts, only to be pierced by the dense rain of arrows before touching the ground.

The front ranks of the Wuhuan immediately began to fall like a collapsing wall.

“Shoot!”

Qin Cheng’s commands rang out repeatedly. Each volley sent more than two thousand iron arrows into the Wuhuan’s vanguard, felling rider after rider and horse after horse.

“Charge through!” the Wuhuan centurion bellowed, urging his riders to press forward.

Despite many fallen comrades, the Wuhuan cavalry pressed on, not even attempting to avoid the bodies strewn across the ground, only to be cut down again in mere steps.

Meanwhile, countless iron arrows descended like death itself upon the charging horsemen.

“Shoot!” the centurion ordered, seeing his riders unable to break through.

However, the Wuhuan cavalry’s short bows lacked the power and range of the infantry archers’ longbows, unable to reach beyond a hundred paces effectively.

The Han cavalry, by contrast, had swapped their weapons for infantry longbows before leaving camp.

In an instant, the battle at the hundred-pace mark intensified to a critical stage.

That line, a mere hundred paces away, became an impassable red boundary for the Wuhuan horsemen.

“Caltrops! There are caltrops in the ground!” the lead Wuhuan riders shouted urgently.

“The ground is sinking! Watch out for caltrops!”

“This is a trap—don’t charge!”

Shouts rose and fell chaotically, indistinguishable in content.

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