"Waaah!"

As the bugle call to launch the attack sounded, Zhao Yuan raised his arms and shouted!

"Annihilate the bandits!"

"kill!"

At a single command, thousands of soldiers rode their warhorses and charged into Black Tiger Stronghold!

Unlike Qin Ze's Crimson Flame Army, Zhao Yuan's cavalry used long spears, which were also the most common weapon used by the cavalry.

The shouts of battle were deafening. The soldiers' faces were flushed, and they gripped their spears tightly as they charged forward like a raging torrent.

Meanwhile, in Black Tiger Stronghold on the opposite side, once Wang Meng knew that Qin Ze and Zhao Yuan had joined forces to besiege the stronghold, he ordered all his men around Shuangqi Mountain to be withdrawn back to the stronghold.

Black Tiger Stronghold is backed by Shuangqi Mountain, which is a natural barrier that can prevent enemy attacks from behind. However, it is also a dead end with no way to retreat.

In other words, the entire Black Tiger Stronghold only has one road leading out of the stronghold from the front!

Wang Meng knew that disaster was imminent, but he could not stand by and watch as Black Tiger Stronghold was wiped out by government troops.

Seeing Zhao Yuan leading his army to attack, Wang Meng turned pale. He wanted to grasp at this last straw!

He hurriedly led his men out of the mountain stronghold on horseback. Seeing the troops drawing ever closer, Wang Meng shouted loudly:

"Commander Zhao! Do you really intend to wipe out my Black Tiger Stronghold today?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuan's expression grew even colder. This fool, even at a time like this, does he still think about currying favor with me?

He roared, "Listen up, bandits of the stronghold! Stop spouting nonsense! Today is the day you all face the judgment!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Meng's face turned cold, and anger surged within him. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Zhao Yuan! If you truly intend to wipe out my Black Tiger Stronghold today, I will ensure that none of you return!"

Zhao Yuan snorted coldly and said in a deep voice:

"You dare to spout such nonsense even when you're about to die!"

"Kill! Slaughter all these bandits!"

At this moment, the cavalry was less than 500 meters away from the bandits. The yellow earth was covered with dust blown up by the autumn wind, and a grim atmosphere filled the air.

Wang Meng's last hope was extinguished, and he hardened his heart, his face growing increasingly grim.

He drew his broadsword from his waist and roared:

"Brothers, today it's either you die or I live with these damned soldiers!"

"There isn't a single coward in my Black Tiger Stronghold. These damned soldiers, killing one is no loss, killing two is a bonus! Kill them!"

"kill!!!"

The bandits gripped their weapons, their faces contorted with ruthlessness, but none of them charged forward.

The two deputy leaders, Wang Shuang and Wang Wei, each carrying a long spear, sat atop their tall horses, coldly watching the cavalry charge closer and closer.

On the outskirts of the plain, Qin Ze calmly watched the two sides about to clash.

His gaze was not on the bandits or Zhao Yuan's cavalry, but on the land three to five hundred meters in front of the bandits.

Warfare is based on deception.

The fact that these bandits are holding back their troops must mean something!

For the bandits, the mountain stronghold was their last refuge, and they couldn't just stand by and watch Zhao Yuan lead his troops into it.

The cavalry was getting closer and closer to the mountain stronghold, but they were not flustered. They must have set up an ambush or a trap!

On this vast plain, Zhao Yuan was able to realize the importance of cavalry, and even the most foolish bandits couldn't possibly be unaware of it.

Qin Ze narrowed his eyes, his gaze cold as he looked at the ground covered by yellow sand.

If I'm not mistaken, there must be a trap there specifically designed for cavalry, a horse pit!

Outside Black Tiger Stronghold, the charging cavalry was less than 300 meters away from the stronghold.

At such close range, Zhao Yuan could even see the expressions on the faces of the bandits. Seeing that they were carrying weapons but showed no signs of panic, Zhao Yuan raised an eyebrow and keenly sensed something was amiss.

Just then, the bandits standing at the front retreated to both sides, and a group of bandits holding bows and arrows appeared in Zhao Yuan's sight.

"Oh no! Watch out for arrows!" Zhao Yuan shouted urgently!

But the words had barely left his mouth.

"Bang bang bang".

The cavalrymen at the forefront of the charge fell one after another, their horses neighing and collapsing.

It turned out that there were various pits of different sizes on the ground, which were covered with bamboo curtains and then covered with a layer of fine yellow soil.

When a horse carrying soldiers stepped on its weight, the bamboo curtain immediately broke, and the horse's hooves fell into the pit.

Within just a few breaths, hundreds of riders collapsed. As soon as the horses in front fell, the cavalry behind, moving too fast, immediately crashed into them.

In the blink of an eye, men and horses were thrown about, hundreds of horses were hit, their hooves broke, and the soldiers who rolled off their horses were trampled on by the hooves of the horses behind them.

Even with armor, they couldn't withstand the weight of the horse. Some soldiers had their chests caved in from being trampled, some had their hands and feet broken instantly when stepped on, and some even had their eyes pop out when stepped on in the face.

In the blink of an eye, screams and wails echoed across the battlefield.

"Don't rush! Be careful!"

A soldier shouted.

But the momentum was too strong, and the cavalry at the forefront lost hundreds of riders immediately because of this small pit.

Just as the battlefield was in chaos, the sound of bowstrings being pulled rang out.

The bandits outside Black Tiger Stronghold drew their bows and arrows, unleashing a fierce rain of arrows upon the cavalry.

Zhao Yuan's eyes widened in fury, and he roared in a rage:

"Hold your ground! Beware of these arrows!"

A rain of arrows followed, and Zhao Yuan wielded his long spear with great skill and power.

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