In just a quarter of an hour of fighting, both sides suffered heavy casualties.
Half of the guards' mounts were stabbed to death, more than ten were injured, and the casualties of the palace soldiers were even more severe.
But the guards were the first to retreat. Although money was tempting, one had to live to spend it.
Seeing that the main formation of the palace soldiers was still holding their ground, the remaining guards rushed back.
If Chen Wujiu had not turned his horse back twice to block the pursuit of the provincial soldiers, most of these scattered guards would probably not have been able to return to Mulei.
Chen Wujiu rushed back to the wooden fort, covered in blood. Wei Wuyin took his spear and said, "Is it necessary? You look so grim."
Chen Wujiu looked unconvinced and spat fiercely, saying, "If it were a veteran soldier from the Northern Frontier, he would have been able to break through the palace soldiers' tortoise formation with that charge just now."
"Even though they have over 300 people, they're useless against cavalry in this kind of terrain!"
"If I can't save over a hundred of their lives, even Confucius will jump out and beat me up!"
"These cowards—bah!"
Wei Wuyin said, "Alright, we all know they're just a mob. It's good enough that they can fight like this."
Although they repelled the attack of the guard cavalry, the palace soldiers were unable to fight again and slowly retreated with the dead and wounded soldiers.
Moss smiled and said, "I didn't expect Lord Chen to be so proficient in marching and deploying troops!"
Chen Wujiu smiled slightly: "Low profile, low profile!"
"When I was young, I gave up writing and joined the army, serving in the frontier for several years."
Wu Dadao's eyes lit up, "West or north?"
"That Xie Wanshi guy is at it again!" Wei Wuyin interrupted their conversation, "This time it's the cavalry. Hey, how did you get the cavalry? Are the governors of the prefectures and counties all just sitting there doing nothing..."
Chen Wujiu narrowed his eyes and observed the soldier opposite him.
He gripped the spear handle and said, "Whether I can hold on or not depends on this one time!"
More than one hundred palace soldiers formed a battle array in the forest, then rushed out at the same time, followed closely by the infantry.
Those riders were riding strong horses in the army. Their mounts were tall and had long legs, and they could fly across the battlefield in a few breaths. The archers behind the wooden fort only had to shoot one or two arrows, and the cavalry would be in front of them.
"Brothers! Fight!"
The guards roared and stood up, using the protection of the wooden fort to extend their spears, but they had no training and in their haste they mostly stabbed at the horses.
The first few cavalrymen pulled the reins at the same time, the horses jumped up, and their horseshoe-wrapped hooves stepped over the half-man-high wooden barrier and rushed to the rear of the formation.
Chen Wujiu stood on the fort, wielding his spear left and right, plucked the cavalrymen from their mounts, and shouted repeatedly, "Look forward! Hold the spear tight! Kill!"
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