Yakup looked at the Legion of the Dead, just as a burly man was looking in his direction. The cruel and bloodthirsty eyes made Yakup shudder several times in the sweltering heat.
He had seen this knight of the dead named Morakoff three days after he went mad. He had brutally murdered people from more than a dozen villages, but he had forgotten what he had done in the past few days. The hellish scene made Yakup vomit for an entire day.
"Let our men push forward and squeeze those Hu cavalry into the Great Xia army camp. It would be best if we could avoid using the Legion of the Dead."
"So...when should we use Morakoff and the others?"
"Twenty thousand men... As long as the casualties do not exceed twenty thousand, we will not use the Legion of the Dead."
Somov looked at the battlefield where white smoke was rising in the distance and set a bottom line that he could bear. Although the lives of the Hu cavalry were worthless to him, too many losses would put him at a great disadvantage when dealing with the main force of the Great Xia in the future.
But what Somov didn't know was that even if he started to command the large cavalry force in front of him to retreat now, the casualties would exceed his limit of 20,000 men by the time the retreat was complete.
The riflemen of the Da Yuan army began firing from 250 paces. As time went on, the Hu cavalry slowly advanced to 200 paces, and then very slowly advanced to 150 paces, where they could no longer advance.
In this slow advance, people kept falling from their horses. The ownerless warhorses ran around wildly, were knocked down by the cavalrymen pushing from behind, and were trampled underfoot, emitting pitiful neighs. In the end, they were crushed into mincemeat along with their masters, turning into the most fertile nourishment.
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