My Antique Mirror Is A Portal To Another World

Chapter 719: Swift Military Tactics

Tan Pengtai simply smiled at his words and mysteriously replied, "Just watch."Instead of charging head-on, Fan Wanming suddenly raised his hand and issued a series of hand signals. In an instant, the two thousand cavalry split into three groups, led by Fan Wanming and the two generals.

The Wen Army’s general frowned at this sight, assuming they were attempting a flanking maneuver. Confident in his numerical advantage, he didn’t issue new orders.

As the two sides closed in and were about to collide, Fan Wanming suddenly signaled again. At the very last moment, his forces shifted formation and swept past the enemy like a gust of wind.

By the time he reacted, Fan Wanming and his cavalry were already far ahead, leaving behind nothing but a cloud of dust.

Though confused, he had no choice but to pursue. "Chase them!"

The abrupt shift caused collisions within their ranks, throwing their formation into chaos.

Hearing his command, the soldiers quickly forced themselves to calm down. Regaining control of their warhorses, they reformed their ranks in a short time.

Watching the exhausted infantry of the Wen Army dragging their feet as they tried to catch up with the main force, Fan Wanming’s eyes turned cold.

The moment he took it out, the elite soldiers followed suit. Reaching into the leather pouches at their waists, they pulled out bombs and lighters, awaiting his command as they rode forward.

When they reached the gap between the Wen Army’s main force and its lagging infantry, Fan Wanming shouted, "Light the bomb!"

"Now!" Without hesitation, Fan Wanming ignited his fuse and threw the bomb to the right.

At his order, the elite soldiers followed and threw their handmade bombs to the left and right sides.

Explosions thundered across the battlefield, creating massive craters and instantly severing the connection between the front and rear forces of the Wen Army.

The Feng Army’s elite soldiers didn’t stop. They turned around and threw their handmade bombs backward, completely cutting off any chance for the infantry to regroup with the Wen Army’s main force.

Fire, smoke, and shattered earth formed an impassable barrier between them.

Caught between explosions and the incoming cavalry, the already exhausted infantry collapsed in panic.

Those words shattered whatever courage remained of the Wen Army’s soldiers.

Seeing this, Fan Wanming briefly glanced back toward the city wall.

Without shifting his gaze, he ordered coldly, "Signal them. Do not pursue fleeing enemies. Those who surrender will live. Those who resist will be executed on the spot."

On the battlefield, Fan Wanming caught the flag signals and nodded.

Before the echoes faded, he had already grabbed his spear, which was hung on his warhorse, and swiped it horizontally.

Slash! Slash! Slash!

"Ugh!"

In the blink of an eye, three heads were sent flying, followed by three headless corpses crashing to the ground.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

"Spare us!"

Their pleas mixed with screams of other soldiers and the dull sound of heads striking the ground.

Meanwhile, the Wen Army’s general and his cavalry were slowed down by the terrain filled with holes. By the time they circled around and reached the battlefield, only blood-soaked earth and scattered corpses remained.

Rage consumed him, burning away his reason.

"Kill them for this general!"