These 2,000 cavalrymen carried muskets and brandished sabers.

They lined up in a row, like a tidal wave bursting its banks and surging toward each other.

Swish, swish, swish.

Swish, swish, swish, swish...

Their sharp sabers flew up and down.

Wherever the saber passed, the Kushan soldiers were cut in two.

Wherever the cavalry went, they left behind corpses burned beyond recognition.

Xiang Yu and Li Yuanba charged forward carrying cannons.

They quickly reached the edge of the Kushan soldiers.

"General Li, we are short of gunpowder and shells."

"How many more times can we fight?" Li Yuanba asked quickly.

"We can still play twice more."

"Load it quickly." Li Yuanba stopped.

A dozen soldiers sprang into action. Three barrels of gunpowder and one large artillery shell were loaded in less than half a minute.

At this moment, Xiang Yu only had two cannonballs left.

Two men rushed out of the Kushan soldiers.

Li Yuanba headed straight for the Tibetan soldiers.

Xiang Yu headed straight for the Western Xia soldiers.

The soldiers from both countries were completely terrified; they had never seen a cannon more than five meters long before.

Two loud booms.

More than 1,000 people from the Western Xia and more than 800 people from the Tibetan Empire were directly blown into a bloody mist.

"Load the ammunition quickly." Li Yuanba and Xiang Yu could hear each other's cannon fire even though they were several miles apart.

Soon, a dozen soldiers rushed forward and reloaded the shells for them.

"General, this is the last shell."

Li Yuanba nodded, looking at the center of the Tibetan soldiers.

In the center is the royal banner of the Tibetan prince.

"Found you." Li Yuanba stomped his legs on the horse's belly, and the horse galloped forward amidst a cloud of smoke.