440: Chapter 440 The Bird Rong Who Refused to Give Up
Niao Rong's face was as dark as ink, as gloomy as the storm clouds before a tempest, as he stared fixedly at everything on the battlefield.
Originally, in his meticulously planned strategy, this operation was intended to launch a series of harassment attacks against the Great Qin Merchant Caravan.
Once the cavalry charged like the wind to the Great Qin Merchant Caravan's campsite, they would quickly deploy hit-and-run tactics, utilizing a dense rain of arrows to harass the caravan incessantly.
Should the Great Qin Merchant Caravan's guards launch a counterattack, they would rely on the innate rapid mobility of light cavalry to turn and retreat like ghosts, leaving the opposition without the slightest opportunity to strike back.
However, reality was like a heavy slap that struck Niao Rong hard across the face.
To his utter surprise, the Great Qin Merchant Caravan's guards had dug a trench early on, over five hundred meters ahead of their campsite.
The existence of this trench meant that their pride and joy, the cavalry, simply could not drive straight in to slaughter their way to the Great Qin Merchant Caravan's campsite.
Not only that, the enemy was cleverly hiding within the trench, which caused the difficulty for the Shule Tribe cavalry to accurately hit their targets to skyrocket.
If they wanted to inflict heavy casualties on the Great Qin Merchant Caravan, they would have to charge into the trench regardless of the cost.
But if they did that, the originally flexible and varied harassment tactics would degenerate into a direct assault, which was undoubtedly a major taboo for the School of Military Strategy.
Niao Rong's expression grew increasingly dark and unsightly, looking as if one could wring water from it.
If they gave up so easily, the price they had paid would be far too high.
They had invested a massive amount of manpower and resources into this operation, yet they hadn't killed a single enemy so far; were they really going to return home empty-handed in such a pathetic manner?
Even if they organized another harassment attack next time, the range of the revolvers the enemy was equipped with far exceeded theirs. If they wanted to get close to the Great Qin Merchant Caravan guards' trench, they would surely have to pay a heavy price in casualties.
Thinking of this, Niao Rong was truly unwilling to give up just like that.
While Niao Rong was feeling conflicted and hesitant, the cavalry had already charged near the trench like wild horses breaking their reins.
The guards of the merchant caravan, aiming precisely at close range, were almost unerring in their shots.
With every gunshot, the Shule Tribe cavalrymen fell one after another, like wheat being harvested.
Fortunately, the Great Qin Merchant Caravan was not equipped with heavy firepower; otherwise, these cavalrymen wouldn't have been able to charge to such a close distance at all.
"Everyone, hide in the trench!"
Seeing the Shule Tribe cavalry surging forward like a tide that could no longer be stopped, the Centurion, in order to minimize their own casualties, quickly shouted hoarsely at the guards, telling them to quickly hide in the foxholes dug into the trench beforehand.
The guards were well-trained, their movements as quick as agile rabbits as they ducked their heads and hid one by one in the foxholes within the trench.
Immediately afterward, horses whistled as they leaped over their heads.
The reason cavalry were powerful lay in their ability to use the immense momentum of their warhorses to swing sharp sabers, performing rapid and lethal strikes against the enemy.
However, the guards of the Great Qin Merchant Caravan were currently like cunning rabbits, safely hidden within the foxholes of the trench.
Even if the cavalry leaned down and tried their hardest, they couldn't cut the guards in the slightest.
Unless they abandoned their horses and entered the trench on foot to engage in face-to-face melee combat with the guards. But if they did that, they would completely lose the cavalry's greatest advantages—mobility and impact.
Puchi, puchi!
Accompanied by a series of dull thuds, a large number of warhorses collapsed to the ground one after another.
If the trench was the first line of defense for the Great Qin Merchant Caravan, then the Horse Trap Pits meticulously laid out behind the trench were the second line of defense!
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