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Wang Jian had just dodged to the left of Must Be, positioning himself in the lower middle of the enemy general's range. As long as he could escape the control of the opponent's weapon, he would be relatively safe. However, for Must Be to utilize his warhorse for a charge again, he needed time to adjust the horse's head.
Both were standard martial generals with rich combat experience; Must Be would not give his opponent the chance to withdraw. With a sudden contraction of his arms, he supported his weapon with his left hand and thrust forward with his right arm.
Wang Jian bent his knees, preparing to jump back, but in a flash, he saw the sharp tip of a spear thrusting toward him. With no time to retreat, he could only horizontally push the spear over his head with his polearm. Letting out a loud roar, he infused strength into his forearm in an attempt to push the spear away.
Must Be had no intention of allowing anyone to escape from his weapon's target. As he twisted his waist, he turned his left arm and pressed down on the spear, sticking it to the shaft. With a loud shout, he exerted force from his waist, intending to crush Wang Jian down.
Infantry always suffered against cavalry; soldiers were forever being pressured and attacked by their opponents. The overwhelming force akin to Mount Tai immediately suppressed Wang Jian, who was preparing to withdraw, causing him to leave two deep footprints on the solid ground.
Must Be looked at him and couldn't help but snort coldly. Kid! Don't you want to ride? You’ll die here today! A thought flashed through his mind as he planned to use the momentum of the warhorse's turn to throw this Qin general directly to the ground.
Wang Jian had no intention of waiting for spring blooms; in this critical moment, he released his right hand and sharply flicked his left wrist to redirect the downward force. In high-level duels, it often came down to precisely controlling the center of gravity. It was like a droplet of water on a flat surface; if it lost balance, it would flow toward the lower side.
If Zhao General adjusted his horse's head now, Wang Jian would be at a disadvantage. What he wanted was exactly this result. As the downward pressure lost its balance, he leaned back and pushed off with his heels, instantly breaking free.
The warhorse was like the general's legs; when man and horse worked together seamlessly, it was perfection. Must Be’s warhorse had naturally been through many battles and did not require its master's command for turning. However, today they faced a master from Qin State; before they could achieve perfect coordination, they found that their opponent had already retreated.
In normal combat situations, the warhorse would continue its turning motion so that no matter where the enemy was positioned, it could charge again. Must Be was clearly not an ordinary martial general; he actively controlled the warhorse to jump out of the circle and run forward a distance to ensure complete disengagement.
Although it seemed like both generals had been fighting for quite some time, that was not the case. The surrounding spectators merely blinked in surprise; the two who had just been entangled were now more than ten meters apart.
As they say, an expert can tell just by extending a hand whether someone is skilled or not. Even if soldiers couldn't perform these maneuvers themselves, they could still understand what they were witnessing. The Qin Army generals clearly found it somewhat challenging to respond; did this mean that our Zhao State general was indeed more formidable?
Taking advantage of the fact that their general had not yet launched an attack, the Zhao Army excitedly began to beat the drums for encouragement. "Zhao Army will win! Zhao Army will win!"
Hearing the sound of the drums from the Zhao Army, the Qin Army was not willing to fall behind. Meng Wu loudly commanded everyone to bang on the table with force! Although it sounded chaotic, any noise was better than silence! He urged everyone to shout along with him: "Qin Army will win! Qin Army will win!"
At this moment, Wang Jian could hardly pay attention to what was happening around him as he executed a beautiful spear flourish in time with the drumbeats. Then, with a sudden shake of his Short Spear, the sharp tip struck down like a flurry of frost.
Must Be squinted at the designated target while holding his spear, a hint of a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. Waiting for the drumbeats to finish, he spurred his horse and waved his weapon to charge again.
The two were evenly matched, clashing back and forth for over ten rounds. At this point, some spectators could not help but yawn; it was late at night, and they had come to watch the excitement—how could it still not be over!?
Infantry clearly suffered against Cavalry, but there were advantages to being infantry. As long as they could effectively avoid the Cavalry's charge and break free, they could rest in place. The Cavalry, on the other hand, had to run back and forth to create distance for themselves to gather strength. Moreover, the general on horseback, Armor, was not light; back and forth took a toll on the warhorses.
Wang Jian once again evaded his opponent's thrust and watched as the Zhao General broke away again. He did not want to delay any longer; however, there was a reason for his repeated stalling. Just before going into battle, Meng Wu had quietly told him to buy time.
Hearing this news made Wang Jian feel a surge of joy, and he hurriedly asked if our main forces were coming to find them. In truth, even as he asked this question, he could not convince himself that it was possible. After all, they were deep in enemy territory with the Zhao Army behind them, while the main forces of the Qin Army had likely already crossed to the west bank of the Dan River.
To disrupt their entire operational plan just for a few hundred men would only make sense if the current Qin Army Commander was Luzi instead of Bai Qi! When Meng Wu joked about this, he realized he was already filled with tears.
Looking at all the Wounded Soldiers around him, Wang Jian had no mood for jokes. He let out a heavy sigh, indicating that he understood what was meant.
Meng Wu sighed softly and turned to look at his brothers preparing for one last battle before quietly saying, "If we can buy another minute, we can stay in this world for another minute. We can only do so much; let's just do our best."
Meng Wu's words still echoed in Wang Jian's ears as he felt a heavy blockage in his heart. Turning around to look at the raised Torches around him, he found that not a single Soldier from his side was in sight.
Sigh! Perhaps they are all behind me! Then let it be! I will do my best to delay, making this night the most beautiful moment in the hearts of my brothers! Wang Jian made up his mind and suddenly shook his weapon. Let’s begin!
Must Be was puzzled as to why the Qin Army general across from him did not engage in a cavalry battle. From their earlier encounter, it was clear that the Qin General was skilled in horsemanship. If he knew that the general was actually worried about accidentally killing someone in the heat of battle, he would probably be infuriated.
Must Be glanced at Wang Jian's left shoulder, already stained with blood, and sighed inwardly. "To the one across from me! I think you should get on your horse! Today, I promise you, if you can defeat me, my Zhao Army will let all of you leave Great King Village!"
Must Be said this because he had already received reports from the front line earlier in the afternoon. The main force of the Zhao Army had successfully crossed the dry season of the Dan Shui River, while the Qin Army was retreating under the powerful offensive of his troops. At this point, it was questionable whether those from the Qin State who had almost lost their ability to sit could even find their main forces, let alone successfully cross the Dan Shui River.
Wang Jian did not realize that this was a favor being granted to him by the Zhao General. He nodded at Must Be to express his gratitude. General Meng repeatedly reminded himself to delay as much as possible; wasn't it all for waiting for this miracle to happen?
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