"Boss, we've spotted several hundred Hu cavalry ahead."

A captain rode up at full speed on horseback.

This is an advance team of 300 men, sent to scout out the terrain outside Fulousha City and its defenses.

Leading the group was Gao Changlin, the cavalry battalion commander of the 2nd Battalion of the 3rd Army.

Those several hundred cavalrymen were sent by Amu Muzaffar to gather the latest enemy intelligence, and they planned to withdraw to Fulousha City after completing their mission.

The leader was a centurion named Mudar.

At this moment, Mudar also spotted Gao Changlin's several hundred cavalrymen.

"Sir, we have spotted several hundred enemy cavalry ahead."

Mudar was a strong, bearded man with sharp, cold eyes; he was a veteran.

When Ghazneh was still a vassal state of the Seljuk Empire, he fought alongside the Seljuk army against arrogant Christians in the Jerusalem area.

His blade had reaped the blood of many heretics from the continent of Europe.

He was like a ferocious eagle, staring ahead.

After drawing his sword, he shouted, "In the name of God, destroy them!"

The three hundred cavalrymen immediately became as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

"Boss, those barbarians are attacking us!"

Gao Changlin looked over with his telescope, raised his eyebrows, and cursed, "Damn it, I didn't go and beat you up first, but you came to my door first!"

He drew his saber and shouted, "Men, this is the first time our Lanyue Army has fought against the Hu people. Show some courage and fight to your heart's content, so that the whole army knows that our Third Army, Second Battalion is the strongest!"

"yes!"

Three hundred Song cavalrymen charged forward like a rushing river.

The iron cavalry thundered as they trampled the ground.

Soon, the two armies met.

When they were still a hundred meters away, the Song soldiers all pulled out their crossbows.

Instantly, crossbow bolts rained down like a storm.

Ghazni's cavalry did not expect that the Song army would not engage in direct combat first, but instead bring out crossbows.

Dozens of people were immediately hit by arrows, fell off their horses, and broke their bones with a crack.

Some died instantly, while others tumbled on the ground.

After only one volley of crossbow bolts, the two sides were already only ten meters apart.

The Song soldiers methodically hung their crossbows on their waists and held their horse-slaying swords.

The saber gleamed with a chilling light in the sunlight, so bright it was blinding.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides clashed.

Gao Changlin wielded a twenty-pound horse-slaying saber. The long blade swept across, drawing an arc, and with one stroke, he severed the head of an enemy soldier in front of him, sending it flying into the air, a jet of blood spraying onto his leather armor.

Then, he shifted his body slightly downwards, dodging an attack from the side.

He raised his saber to block the attack from the other side.

The Song soldiers on the left rushed forward, wielding a horse-slaying sword in their right hands and swinging an iron mace in their left, but the mace had not yet landed on the enemy's head.

A sharp blade fell, severing the Song soldier's hand; the mace and arm flew off together.

Blood spurted out immediately, and the Song soldier let out a muffled groan.

A gap appeared to the side, and a Ghaznavid cavalryman swung his sword, but was blocked by another Song soldier who swung his axe down instead.

He slashed the face of the Ghaznavid soldier.

The two sides engaged in a fierce battle on this flat ground.

Overall, the Song army was much more impactful than Ghaznavid cavalry.

Thanks to their long-term, ample nutrition and rigorous training, the speed and power of the Song army's sword strikes, as well as their teamwork, were unmatched by the Ghaznavid army.

The battle was basically over in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The ensuing chase.

Gao Changlin returned to the army, handed over the remaining fifty-eight prisoners of war to Wu Lin, and reported everything that had happened.

At the same time, there is also the environment surrounding Fulousha City.

Wu Lin asked, "Are you their superior?"

"yes!"

"I'm letting you return to the city now. Tell the supreme commander of Fulousha to open the city gates and surrender. We are the righteous army of His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, and we will not commit the slightest offense. Otherwise, we will kill without mercy!"

Mudar was overjoyed to hear that the other side would not only spare his life but also let him go back.

With only the thought of getting back as quickly as possible in mind, he didn't even think about Wu Lin's request for him to persuade the enemy to surrender, and quickly agreed: "Thank you!"

Mudar rode his horse at full speed toward Purousha.

"Open the door! I am Mudar, the centurion of the Third Army Corps. Open the door now!"

The soldiers on the city wall recognized him and quickly opened a small gap to let Mudar enter Fulousha City.

He ran wildly inside and happened to run into Amu Muzaffar on the city wall ahead.

"Your Excellency the Governor!"

Mudar dismounted.

"Mudar, you are a valiant centurion, a warrior of God, and our most loyal comrade-in-arms. We fought side by side and bravely killed the enemy! So tell me quickly, what exactly happened?"

"Your Excellency, forgive my foolishness, we fell into their trap." Fearing that Amu Muzaffar would take his head if he found out that they had lost the battle in direct combat, Mudar shifted the blame to himself for falling into their trap.

Then, with a little trickery, the other party released him.

“Your Excellency, those are a group of uncivilized savages without any faith. They are arrogant and think they can make you open the city gates and surrender? That’s just wishful thinking!”

"No faith?" Amu Muzaffar said coldly, "Without the protection of God, you're nothing but a bunch of worthless dogs!"

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