The two sides collided fiercely.
Lu Bu's heavy cavalry, in pairs, swung their meteor hammers connected by chains.
With the momentum of their galloping horses, they sent the snow demons blocking their path flying.
Any snow demon knocked away did not manage to stand up again after hitting the ground.
The heavy cavalry slowly became surrounded by snow demons, and their once extremely handy meteor hammers were thrown away.
They switched to battle axes or warhammers on their Desheng hooks.
Seeing that the heavy cavalry and snow demons were locked in combat, Zhao Zilong shouted to his own spearmen: "Soldiers, enter from the right, charge out from the front left, follow me."
"Kill, kill, kill!"
Five thousand spearmen spurred their horses, their steeds instantly picking up speed.
At a distance of 200 meters from the battlefield, the 5,000 spearmen held their nearly 5-meter long lances tightly.
The one-meter-long lance heads gleamed with cold light.
The snow demons' proud fur was like a thin layer of paper before the sharp lances.
Zhao Zilong led the charge as the vanguard of the triangular formation, his lance already skewered with three snow demons.
Seeing Lu Bu fighting against four snow demon kings, Zhao Zilong flicked his arm, flinging the corpses of snow demons from his lance towards one of the kings fighting Lu Bu.
"General Li, target the snow demon kings."
Zhao Zilong shouted to Li Guang behind him while leading his spearmen through the snow demon formation.
"Understood." Li Guang had already seen Lu Bu surrounded by snow demon kings.
He took a deep breath, drew his longbow to its full extent, and nocked a special arrow shimmering with kingly martial essence onto the string.
The arrow shot out, and a man fell. Li Guang released his grip, and the arrow transformed into a beam of light, embedding itself directly into the head of a snow demon king.
Seeing the disrupted formation of the snow demon army, Huo Qubing directly ordered the flag bearer to signal.
The骠骑军 (Piaoqi Army), now divided into two parts, quickly charged towards the snow demon army.
Li Guang, leading the mounted archers, followed the route Zhao Zilong had cut through, firing arrows from the perimeter to slaughter the snow demon army.
Less than 20 kilometers from where the two sides were engaged, Ma Chao was leading his Xiliang Iron Cavalry in setting up temperature monitoring devices.
Ma Mengqi, riding his horse with a drowsy expression, looked at his Xiliang Iron Cavalry with helplessness.
"Don't look at me like that. The commander-in-chief and his personal guards, they're all his favorites. Why were Lü老大 (Lu Laoda) and Zhao老二 (Zhao Lao Er) sent to scout the snow mountain, but I have to come and set up this thing?"
"Alright, you guys keep watch. I'm going to take a short nap."
As soon as Ma Chao finished speaking, a team of scouts sent out in advance hurried back from the front and ran towards Ma Chao:
"Report... General, a major battle is occurring 40 li ahead. General Huo Qubing is leading our cavalry against the snow demon tribe."
Ma Chao, who was already drowsy and on the verge of sleep, immediately perked up upon hearing the scout's words.
"Ah, damn it, this turned into an unexpected bonus!"
"Quickly tell me, how is the battle going, how many enemy troops are there, and what are our casualties?"
"Reporting, General. According to my observation, the snow demon tribe's army numbers no less than 100,000. Our army, under the leadership of several great generals and kings, has the upper hand and no significant casualties. The two sides are already engaged, and General Zhao Zilong is leading the spearmen's charge."
The scout meticulously reported the situation on the battlefield to Ma Chao.
Ma Chao's eyes darted around, and he quickly said to the personal guards behind him:
"The enemy has a full 100,000 troops. Our entire force numbers only 23,000, and they are all ordinary elderly, weak, and sick. We must go and rescue our brothers immediately."
The deputy general of the Xiliang Iron Cavalry quickly stopped Ma Chao and said:
"General, Generals Lu Bu and Zhao Yun are renowned fierce warriors of this era. Where did the elderly, weak, and sick come from? Moreover, the scout just said we have the upper hand. It's not too late to finish the commander-in-chief's assigned task before heading there."
Ma Chao said to the deputy general: "What do you know? The battlefield is constantly changing. Who knows what might happen in the next minute? What if we're too late and the enemy's reinforcements arrive first?"
"Besides, aren't those four considered elderly, weak, and sick? Look, General Li Guang is old, isn't that elderly?"
"General Huo Qubing looks like a scholar, he can't even beat me in a one-on-one fight, isn't that weak?"
"General Feng Xian has always suffered from a mental illness. He's so sick that the commander-in-chief wants him as a son-in-law. Tell me, how serious is his illness? Isn't that sick?"
"And General Zhao Zilong, General Zhang invited everyone for barbecue last night, and General Zilong lost a tooth from a bug. Since ancient times, one's body and hair are gifts from parents. Isn't that disabled?"
"You tell me, these elderly, weak, and sick generals are fighting against enemies several times their numbers. As a fully capable human general, how can I just stand by?"
"Come, assemble the troops! Follow me to the rescue of the four elderly, weak, and sick generals!"
Looking at Ma Chao bragging on his horse, the deputy general was dumbfounded and said: "My heavens, so this is how elderly, weak, and sick is understood? If those four fierce warriors are elderly, weak, and sick, then what are we...?"
Zhao Zilong, who had already broken through the snow demon army, was gathering his own personal cavalry and observing the battlefield.
Huo Qubing had already brought the 骠骑军 (Piaoqi Army) forward, and Huo Qubing was locked in a fierce battle with two snow demon kings.
Lu Bu had slain three snow demon kings and was now chasing the remaining snow demon kings across the battlefield.
Li Guang had also begun to compress the snow demon army's space with his mounted archers, firing arrows bit by bit.
Zhao Zilong turned back and shouted to his cavalry: "Brothers, what are our casualties?"
"Rest assured, General. Apart from a few unlucky brothers who fell, everyone else is fine. The three-layered armor the commander-in-chief gave us is really good stuff. Even a diamond-tier expert might not be able to break through it, let alone these beasts that rely solely on their claws and teeth."
Lin Zhan's cavalry were all equipped with three layers of armor: a layer of soft armor, a layer of chain mail, and the outermost layer varied according to the different configurations of the army.
For the strongmen like Lu Bu, the outermost layer was enchanted plate armor.
For spearmen like Zhao Zilong, who needed both defense and maneuverability, they wore scale armor.
For mounted archers like Li Guang, who specialized in hit-and-run tactics, they wore enchanted leather armor on the outside.
Furthermore, the young Daoist priest, as the quartermaster, possessed an extraordinary ability to amass wealth.
With a wave of his hand, he directly upgraded the weapons and equipment of the entire participating army by two minor tiers.
This meant that cavalry who were at Platinum peak would be using weapons and armor capable of withstanding mid-tier Diamond attacks.
Coupled with Platinum mid-tier spirit steeds, they were capable of slaying these snow demons, who were on average at Platinum early stage. If they still sustained casualties, they should stop being soldiers and go home to raise children, not shame the human race.