67: Chapter 67: The combat power of the heavy cavalry begins to reap the rewards.

"Little brat, die!"

Kim Jun-jun wanted to end the battle quickly. His heart was bleeding because Xu Xuan had burned their granary; he had to repel these Heavy Cavalry immediately to mitigate the losses.

The little brat leading them looked extremely strange. Because he was so young, he had his hair in two buns and wore a red bellyband and brown shorts.

He looked like an underage kid; Kim Jun-jun figured he could just cut him down directly.

But as Kim Jun-jun's greatsword swept toward him, Nezha looked at him nonchalantly: "Hmm? Where did this fodder come from?"

Kim Jun-jun, who was charging forward at full speed, felt his blood boil the moment he heard the brat call him fodder: "Brat, you're dead!"

As he spoke, Kim Jun-jun raised his blade and brought it down. In the koreans' expectations, this poor child was about to be decapitated and cut in two.

Who would have thought that the little brat in the red bellyband would suddenly perform a parting thrust, unhorsing the charging Kim Jun-jun in a single move!

With a scream of agony, Kim Jun-jun felt the copper-plated armor on his chest pierced through. The over-nineteen-decimeter-tall Kim Jun-jun was knocked completely off his horse.

This!?

The lords charging behind Kim Jun-jun didn't even have time to react.

That kid, barely over fourteen decimeters... unhorsed the nineteen-decimeter-tall Kim Jun-jun?

Their expressions froze mid-charge, only to see Nezha's spear strike like a dragon, his fire-tipped spear dancing wildly!

A thrust, a parry, a hook, a sweep!

As if watching an ancient mounted warfare movie, Nezha relied on just a few simple moves to knock these lords—armed to the teeth—off their horses.

Some had their throats pierced on the spot, blood gushing like a fountain.

Some fell directly under the horses and were trampled to death, their ribs crushed by the following warhorses.

Others were left with only a single breath, lying on the ground gasping for air and crying for help.

These charging lords never dreamed that an androgynous brat in a red bellyband would possess such terrifying combat power.

This was because a lord's attributes are generally higher than a soldier's!

Everyone had titles and attribute bonuses.

Every lord was like a general from Dynasty Warriors; entering the battlefield, they should have been able to mow down enemies with ease.

But in the hands of a divine general like Nezha, the attribute gap was massive, and they were insta-killed in a single exchange.

Furthermore, these people had underestimated their enemy, having no idea who Nezha was.

Foreign lords naturally wouldn't recognize Nezha.

If it were a Xia Country lord, the moment they saw those hair buns and the red bellyband, they would have packed their bags and run immediately.

Who in their country doesn't know the Third Prince Nezha, who pulled out a dragon's tendon and wreaked havoc in the East Sea?

That fire-tipped spear alone was enough to identify exactly who he was!

Only these foreign lords, suffering from a lack of cultural knowledge, would charge straight into Nezha's face to throw away their lives, treating him like a mere foot soldier.

Seeing several lords cut down one after another, Nezha grew excited and laughed loudly: "Five hundred cavalry, hear my command! Follow me and kill! The rest stay behind to destroy the granary."

The five hundred Heavy Cavalry led by Nezha began to charge through the enemy ranks, hunting down those lords.

Once the lords regained their senses, they immediately ordered their elites forward to block Nezha.

But in the face of Heavy Cavalry...

Any attack from these soldiers carrying bamboo spears or bronze spears only left shallow scratches on the Heavy Cavalry's armor.

In fact, when those ridiculous bamboo spears were thrust forward, the spears themselves shattered.

Led by Nezha, the 500 Heavy Cavalry actually fought back and forth even when surrounded by tens of thousands.

As long as the Heavy Cavalry didn't stop or get slowed down, relying on their copper lamellar armor, absolutely no one could stop them!

And this was exactly the effect Xu Xuan had anticipated.

He stroked his chin in thought: "It's just as I expected. The enemy lacks anti-cavalry weapons. Faced with the impact of Heavy Cavalry, their morale collapsed instantly."

After all, Heavy Cavalry could practically reduce enemy morale by 90%!

Heavy Cavalry is like an armored vehicle rolling rapidly toward you; do you dodge or not?

If you dodge, the formation collapses.

If you don't, you'll 100% be crushed to death.

Faced with a Heavy Cavalry charge, this army of motley rabble was sent scurrying like monkeys by the 500 riders.

Meanwhile, Kim Jun-jun, who had been unhorsed by Nezha and lay heavily wounded on the ground, was coughing up large amounts of blood.

What Kim Jun-jun didn't know was that a figure had walked up to him, wearing a bizarre smile.

"Kim Jun-jun, do you still recognize me?"

No one came to rescue the fallen Kim Jun-jun.

His subordinates had already been scattered by Nezha's cavalry, leaving him to lie helplessly in the mud, constantly vomiting blood.

Hearing the familiar Korean language, Kim Jun-jun slowly opened his eyes: "Who are you? Regardless of who you are, save me quickly."

Jung Jae-soo grinned: "Kim Jun-jun, do you really not recognize me anymore?"

The dazed Kim Jun-jun squinted: "Who the f*ck... are you!? Aish, I'm in dying pain, save me now!"

"Fine, fine, fine. I'll apply some herbs first, then take you back later to present to the Sect Master."

Hearing Jung Jae-soo say this, Kim Jun-jun began to feel something was wrong.

He realized the person looked somewhat familiar: "Have we met somewhere before?"

"Kim Jun-jun, you've already forgotten me? Ha, do you have any idea how much misery you brought me? Do you know you ruined me? My life turned into a pile of dog sh*t because of you!"

As he spoke, Jung Jae-soo violently stuffed herbs into Kim Jun-jun's wound, making him scream repeatedly: "Don't! Stop it! I don't know when I offended you, please stop, I know I was wrong!"

At that moment, Jung Jae-soo suddenly felt a surge of desolation in his heart.

He had been bullied for so long in high school, yet this damn guy didn't even remember him.

The bully had gone on to a good university after graduation, found a good job, and lived happily.

While his own life had fallen into a quagmire...

"Heh, once I hand you over to the Sect Master, he'll take 'good care' of you."

Jung Jae-soo patted Kim Jun-jun's shoulder lightly, feeling that killing him would be too easy.

He wanted to take Kim Jun-jun back to work like a beast of burden, to let him experience what it felt like to be bullied!

Jung Jae-soo then waved his hand: "Come, take these wounded lords away and bring them back to the Sect Master! The Sect Master needs more dogs."

Amidst the chaos, these lords were taken away by Jung Jae-soo, who was fishing in troubled waters, to be sent to Xu Xuan.

On the other side, Xu Xuan was observing the overall state of the battle.

He found that the Heavy Cavalry were even more powerful than he had imagined. After this small trial, Xu Xuan gradually realized something.

"I overestimated the enemy's combat power before. I didn't expect them to be unable to stop even five hundred cavalry. Of course, this is also related to the fact that they've been fighting all night."

The Japanese and Korean lords had already been fighting for an entire night; they were exhausted now, making it the perfect opportunity to harvest their heads.

And now, Xu Xuan's army was fully prepared.

"Then, in one fell swoop, let the harvest begin!"

"Chi You, Xing Tian, take 100 war elephants, 50 War Eagles, and 5,000 spearmen. While the enemy is exhausted and in chaos, start harvesting the spoils!"