Chi Li led his cavalry in a swift charge from the rear, launching harassing attacks against the Han army’s rear.0

This was not the small-scale raiding force of a few hundred men that the Han army had expected. Instead, it was an elite cavalry force of 3,000. It had simply not appeared as such due to the swirling sand of the battlefield that largely obscured one’s vision.0

In a confrontation on narrow ground, one could not simply let the heat of battle cloud their judgment and charge headlong into a well-formed spear and shield formation. The riders of the Grasslands were never meant to crash directly into such formations, let alone Chi Li’s force, which was even more adept at mobile warfare yet consequently weak in a head-on clash.0

Once northern barbarian cavalry began their hit-and-run tactics, they became a terrifying force. If they found an opening to weave through and carve up the enemy, no number of troops could withstand the slaughter. The earlier assault, where a sea of cavalry had emerged from the sandstorm before the Han forces even had time to form up, had left little room for suspense. That battle had been over before it even started.0

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