However, Wang Wu was also very clear about one thing: his words were completely useless, and only on very rare occasions would Ning Ye possibly give up his decision.
However, Ning Ye showed no sign of giving up at the moment; on the contrary, he seemed eager to try again.
Ning Ye pulled out two dark objects from his pocket. These were none other than the hand grenades he had bought earlier.
I didn't want to bring it out before because this thing is just too terrifying for the current situation. But now I'm surrounded by my own people, and the enemy is barbarians. As long as I don't use it too much, there shouldn't be any problem.
Wang Wu said with a strange expression, "Sir, you don't actually think you can defeat these four hundred cavalrymen with just two iron lumps, do you? That's a bit too wishful thinking."
Ning Ye grinned, "You don't need to worry about that. Now tell everyone to cover their ears in a moment, and after hearing my command, immediately get up and fight the enemy."
Although Wang Wu was somewhat confused, he still whispered the order to everyone one by one. After everyone received the order, they all covered their ears.
Ning Ye did it all secretly, taking out another bag of steel balls, tearing off some strips of cloth from his body, and binding the steel balls and grenades together. The effective killing range could even reach thirty meters.
At this distance, even if they were wearing armor, the enemies would still riddle them with bullets. Of course, that's far from enough; the main thing is to frighten the horses.
Only by eliminating the cavalry's greatest advantage can the enemy's strength be effectively dismantled. Not to mention, even people would probably be severely shocked by this sudden attack.
As the cavalry drew closer, the cavalry commander suddenly noticed a dark object in the sky that was flying rapidly toward him.
Thinking it was just a rock, he drew his sword and slashed at it. But just a second before they made contact, a deafening sound suddenly rang out, and countless steel balls flew in all directions.
The already densely packed cavalry force was instantly emptied, as if it had been neatly bitten off.
All the horses panicked in an instant, after all, the deafening sound was too similar. Even if the steel balls that shot out failed to kill the enemy, some horses had already been embedded with steel balls.
No one understood what was happening, and their eyes were filled with terror. At that very moment, Ning Ye led his men in an attack.
Although Wang Wu and the others were also somewhat bewildered, they carried out Ning Ye's orders without hesitation, and a chaotic battle ensued. These horses were no longer an advantage for the cavalry; instead, they became a burden.
However, the advantage of the elevation difference still existed, and Ning Ye could only quickly kill those who seemed to be able to command soldiers.
Because of their panic, the cavalry did not realize that the attackers were only fifty men. The battle turned into a one-sided affair, and by the time they realized what was happening, nearly half of them had been slaughtered.
Even this half still put considerable pressure on Ning Ye, since their combat strength was far superior to that of the bandits.
In the midst of such a chaotic battle, Ning Ye had no time to look after his men; each of them could only rely on themselves.
Although Ning Ye was once a top soldier, the feeling of fighting so closely was completely different.
When the hot blood splattered on his face, Ning Ye felt his blood boil.
In that flash of blades, the outcome was decided in an instant. Every time Ning Ye jumped and landed, he took a life. No matter how many people stood in Ning Ye's way, none of them could withstand a single blow from him.
When these cavalrymen realized they might not be able to win, they fled in disarray, though not many managed to escape.
What should have been a perfect sneak attack turned out to be less than perfect due to insufficient numbers.
There was no time for grief. Ning Ye immediately ordered everyone to collect the bodies of their own men. After counting, they found that a total of eleven people had died in battle.
Those who died here could not take their bodies back, so Ning Ye could only collect all the wooden plaques they carried with them. If they still had families, their families would receive a fairly generous monthly pension in the future.
All of this was witnessed by the other soldiers. They were already grateful to have a master who cared so much for them, since how many people these days would treat them like human beings?
Wang Wu, however, was already used to seeing dead people. Instead, he moved closer to Ning Ye and asked excitedly, "Sir, what exactly was that thing you just saw? How was it so powerful? I've never seen anything like it before."
Ning Ye said calmly, "You can handle this thing. It's called the Heaven-Shaking Thunder. I discovered it by chance, but there are very few of them, and I don't know how to make them, so everyone has to keep this a secret."
Old Hu nodded and said, "This thing might be related to those Taoist priests. After all, there used to be a Taoist temple next to my house, and we could hear some loud noises from time to time."
"So that's how it is. I thought those Taoist priests only knew how to cheat and swindle, but I didn't expect them to have such methods."
Ning Ye repeated, "What happened today must be kept secret. No one is allowed to tell anyone. After burying these bodies, we must immediately advance deeper into the area. If we encounter any of these people's convoys, we must attack them quickly."
Wang Wu asked in disbelief, "Sir, you've already gone this far, and you still don't plan to stop? Those cavalry will definitely go back and report, and next time we might be surrounded and wiped out."
“We still have one more chance to attack. All those cavalrymen retreated in the direction they came from, so the convoy doesn’t know what happened. If we’re going to do it, we should do it to the best of our ability. We can’t let this opportunity slip by.”
Hu Laosan licked his lips and said, "Old Wang, I've already killed nineteen barbarians, so don't let me outdo you."
Wang Wu cursed, "Stop daydreaming! You think you can surpass me? Let me tell you, that's absolutely impossible. Whoever loses has to wash the other's socks for a month."
Old Hu readily agreed, since whoever lost this would be the one to lose face.
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