When the group of cavalry held torches and moved closer toward this side, Ling Chen already understood what these people wanted to do.

"Run forward, approach the enemy, and prepare to throw." Ling Chen issued a new order. The reason why infantry suffered a loss against cavalry was that they could not grasp the initiative in a short-term battle. The enemy could escape if they were defeated and injured. Once infantry was defeated, they would end up being mostly wiped out.

After giving the order, the square formation where Ling Chen was located began to move.

Before, the enemy cavalry used the horse's impulse to shoot at a distance to reach a longer range. This time, in order to throw the torch, they approached the distance from Ling Chen's square formation.

Although they had seen the ability of this army to dial arrows with weapons, they still did not really take it seriously from the bottom of their hearts, especially since the other party was passively beaten from the beginning, with only a wooden stick in their hands and did not show any means of long-range counterattack.

Many people can't hear Ling Chen's command clearly, nor do they understand what he is commanding.

The horseman standing in front of the army vaguely heard Ling Chen's order. He also saw the soldiers throwing, but he felt a little funny and said to the cavalry around him, "These monks, even their weapons must be thrown out, so let them throw them. It will be easier for us to kill later."

He did not let the cavalry forward retreat. He thought that the lethality of these thrown wooden sticks could have. Not to mention the neutrality of the hit, even if they hit the body, they would only be injured but not dead. However, the opponent had no weapons to resist, and the next time they shot arrows, they could kill a lot.

But when hundreds of seemingly sparse wooden sticks flew into the sky, the hair of the monk who was still mocking these monks at the moment before, opened their mouths wide and looked horrified the next second.

"Bang" a wooden stick flying straight forward was spinning and hit the bare head of a cavalry with incredible accuracy with its edge. It suddenly felt like its brain burst. The cavalry fell to the ground without saying a word.

And the horse had not yet reacted and was motionless, as if he didn't know that the owner had been beaten to death.

This is not an exception. More than a hundred near-front plans to throw torches suffered similar misfortunes almost at the same time.

"How is this possible? What kind of tactics are they?" Xiongjun was shocked. He had never seen so many soldiers and had such high throwing skills. The Southern people had a game of throwing pots. They also used bamboo sticks or small wooden sticks to hit the pots. Whoever hits the pots could drink fine wine. But that was just a game. I have never seen the Southern people's army have such a throwing technique. If it was a collective spear throwing tactic, he knew one or two, but he could throw a wooden stick to kill his opponent by running and arm strength just by running and arm strength. He had never heard of it.

Immediately afterwards, more than 200 people ran out of the square formation, quickly picked up the enemy war horses, weapons, bows and arrows, and even wooden sticks that had just been covered with the enemy's brain.

Xiong was shocked for a moment and did not have time to order attacks on these people. When he reported it, these people had already pulled away seventy or eighty horses that were not frightened and fleeing.

Then he looked at the strange square formation again, and restored the formation at an incredible speed, gained horses and bows and arrows. He immediately stepped out of the line, turned over the horses, and assaulted them with a scattered cavalry.

With the intelligent replica of horses and bows, it is absolutely irresistible in this kind of scattered attack. Ling Chen already knew this from Ling Qi's memory before. When those 250 people had horses, the six thousand elite cavalry had no choice but to deal with them. They were not at a disadvantage until the so-called great wizards were frozen to death by the horses.

Soon, the thousand-cavalier, Xiongjun, saw that the other side had about fifty-year-old cavalry, teasing him nearly a thousand cavalrymen like a dull knife cutting flesh.

These people know how to maintain horsepower and generally do not allow horses to accelerate. After provoking his cavalry to pursue, they often hit the key points of their heads within ten meters of head-on attack, either with their eyes or throat, and then slowly retreated.

Xiong quickly ordered a large number of cavalry to round up these scattered cavalry, but these people quickly cunningly retreated near their own infantry phalanx. Once his cavalry approached the opponent about twenty meters, more than one hundred wooden sticks flew out, each of which accurately hit a cavalry, unless they were lucky enough to avoid it by chance. After throwing it out, someone ran out quickly, regardless of danger, and went to grab the wooden sticks and horse weapons.

After a few round trips, his nearly 1,000 cavalry lost three or four hundred people, and more than one hundred more cavalrymen on the other side. Some horses ran away in the mercedes, while others rushed towards the infantry formation in a daze.

He soon saw that these people's horse-catching skills were even stronger than the best horse-chasing people on the grassland. Those frightened horses were easily captured by several people, and then comforted, used by them, and increased their number of cavalry.

"Retreat, retreat quickly." Xiongjun saw something wrong. His cunning mind had already made him know that these monk soldiers were not simple soldiers, but more like a group of martial artists who were proficient in fighting skills, and were also proficient in arrays.

Soon, the Hun cavalry, with his shouting, escaped at a faster speed than when they came.

Ling Chen looked at the smoke and dust that he could not chase after him. The horses he captured had consumed more than half of their horsepower. It was okay to deal with the enemy under the cover of infantry. Such urgent pursuit was too expensive and he would soon lose his strength. The opponent still had many horses to rotate, so he could not do this.

What he has to do now is to drive the enemy out of this area, and then slowly summon the remaining 8,000 people to form an army of 10,000 people, then gather all the weapons and equipment, and sweep hundreds of thousands of people. This is also the fundamental reason why he brought so many people into this battle world. He had to call for absolute power to form a crushing situation.

He also wanted to mobilize more, but he hoped that the island was short of materials and resources. These have been accumulated over three years, but they have not been used. More than a thousand people were called before, and in addition to those who still had to stay in the reality base, the number of people he specially collected was the integer he had collected.

Lingkong can split out millions of intelligent replicas, but it is not easy to make up millions of cloned human bodies for them. I hope that the island is only a few dozen square kilometers. Apart from forests and beaches, the building area that can be effectively utilized is only a few square kilometers, which is not enough to accommodate so many people, let alone other resources required. The super-large floating island and Baota Island designed by Lingchen are still under construction on the second phase of the project, with only one prototype, and it is far from enough to be put into formal use.
Chapter completed!