Rebirth: So what if my husband is a little crazy? He loves me.

Chapter 129 The Destructive Power of Great Strength

Lin Wan'er's 10,000-strong cavalry, under the cover of attacks from the left and right flanks, successfully circled around to the enemy's rear. The 10,000 men remained hidden in the darkness, and even when they heard the chaotic shouts of battle from the enemy camp, they did not move.

Shen Li noticed that Lin Wan'er's cavalry was different from the other two. Each cavalryman was equipped with three weapons: a saber, a musket, and an iron cylinder with a spiked club strapped to the back of the horse.

"Didn't you try to innovate on the armor?" Shen Li asked.

Lin Wan'er was focused on the enemy situation ahead, but she was still distracted by what she was saying: "There's nothing innovative about it. It's too complicated and heavy, and it's expensive and impractical."

“I recently had two things made, here’s one for you.” Shen Li said, taking two items out of the cloth bag carried by the horse, and handing one to Lin Wan’er.

Lin Wan'er looked at the iron mask in front of her and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. If it weren't for Shen Li, she would have thrown the person out by now.

"Is it to protect your face?" She took it, her gaze returning to the distance, a helpless smile on her face.

She realized that Shen Li's mature and composed demeanor was merely a facade cultivated by her own character; in reality, she was quite lively and unconventional.

"It worked, didn't it?" Shen Li asked.

"It doesn't work on cavalry, as it would affect their mobility, and most attacks that can hit this spot are fatal, making it very difficult to defend against," Lin Wan'er said frankly.

"Okay." Shen Li silently put it back.

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In the Liang army, generals such as Mengta spent a long time trying to figure it out in the central command tent before realizing that it wasn't a single route that was launching a surprise attack, but rather that there were surprise attacks from both sides.

"You two will each go to the flanks to command the repulsion of the enemy," Monta decisively appointed his two capable lieutenants.

Even after everyone left, he still felt uneasy. Could it be that Da Zhao had learned something about the surprise attack at this time, or that the Northern Desert had planned the attack in advance with Da Zhao?

"These cunning foxes don't put their efforts into the battlefield; they only know how to use these underhanded tricks!" Monta entered the camp, but then came out again and shouted, "Bring me my horse and come with me to the supply camp."

Having fought Lin Xiao for several years, he knew that this man's military tactics were not simple and that his methods were not limited to surprise attacks!

Because the army was far from the checkpoints behind them and there was a river in between, transporting military supplies was inconvenient. So each time, enough food, fodder and shells were transported to the army to last for a month.

These were sent three days ago, intended for his final month of siege warfare. If anything were to happen now, his tenure as commander-in-chief would be over.

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"It's our turn to make a move, charge!" Lin Wan'er gave the order as soon as she saw the troops behind her starting to disperse to both sides. Then, she charged out on horseback, alone.

Shen Li rode alongside her, both on white horses and in silver armor, like two flashes of lightning in the night.

The Liang soldiers watched in alarm as the rolling cavalry approached the wooden palisade at the camp gate. This palisade had sharpened logs on top, which could effectively stop the cavalry.

Lin Wan'er lifted the reins, ready to jump over.

Shen Li was even faster in her pursuit of the night. She was half a horse's length ahead of Lin Wan'er, and she thrust her spear into the gap in the fence.

Lin Wan'er saw a row of fences being blown away, and her eyes widened in surprise. The camp gate was now open to all.

Shen Li then slowed down because she didn't know where to rush, so she followed Lin Wan'er.

Lin Wan'er was skilled in troop deployment. After taking down several soldiers with her spear, she charged straight towards the densest area of ​​soldiers.

The supply depot had already dispatched two groups of men to support the left and right flanks, and they were caught off guard by the surprise attack, causing them to panic.

Furthermore, Lin Wan'er and Shen Li were like two sharp knives, charging forward at full speed, leaving very few infantrymen on either side unscathed.

Lin Wan'er's spear was steady, accurate, and ruthless, and she handled it with ease. Shen Li, on the other hand, had no skill; she could swing her spear like a stick and send people flying.

The cavalry behind them were also elite troops specially trained by Lin Wan'er. Having been cooped up in the city for so long, they were now like tigers among sheep, their momentum extremely strong.

This cavalry force penetrated two miles deep before encountering effective resistance, but at the same time they also saw tents filled with provisions.

There are over a hundred of them.

The first lethal resistance from the Great Liang was from the archers. Thousands of archers fired their arrows at once, and the arrows rained down like raindrops.

In such situations, cavalrymen would shrink their formation, minimizing the plane facing them to the arrows while increasing their charging speed.

As is well known, bows and arrows generally have a shorter range than firearms, and they are slow to draw. By the time the second batch of arrows arrived, Lin Wan'er and Shen Li's horses had already reached them.

When Shen Li was a little distance away, she picked a few soldiers and threw them at them. When she got close, she immediately attacked, sweeping out her spear and no one was spared.

The muskets of the Great Liang were not considered advanced and were rarely used, but they had no choice but to be deployed now.

The musketeers were positioned in front of the supplies. If they continued to advance, they would inevitably suffer casualties, and infantrymen gradually surrounded them from the left and right.

They don't have much time left. If they can't get out quickly, they'll become sitting ducks once they're surrounded.

"Brothers, follow me and charge forward! Once we get close, throw the tung oil onto the grain!" Lin Wan'er didn't hesitate and led the charge.

"Don't be in such a hurry, slow down, give me some oil." Shen Li asked for dozens of bags of tung oil, hung them on her horse, and gave it a strong spur: "Giddy up!"

Lin Wan'er frowned slightly, but didn't stop her at this crucial moment, as they might both die here.

Shen Li charged forward at top speed on horseback. The men couldn't see who she was in the darkness. They aimed at her and waited until she was within range of their muskets before pulling the trigger.

Their muskets were said to have a range of 100 meters, but in reality they were only about 50 meters, and the range they could aim at was only 30 meters.

However, when Shen Li was seventy or eighty meters away, she began throwing tung oil at the hundreds of men in the musket team.

The musketeers could vaguely make out the silhouette of a woman in the dim light of the torches, and they all thought she was crazy when they saw her preparing to throw tung oil.

She thinks she can throw it over from this distance, even a musket can't hit her?

The next moment, more than a dozen bags of tung oil flew over at once. The oil paper bags shattered when they hit them, and most of the hundreds of people were splattered with oil.

The Liang musket team was stunned. So far? Was it thrown over there? What kind of arm strength is that?

However, that wasn't the end of it. Shen Li then threw the remaining tung oil bags over.

"Don't fire, put it down," the musket captain ordered hastily after his initial shock.

But his shout was so sudden that some of the people who were already in shock and on the trigger pulled the trigger immediately.

And there's more than one person like that.

"Bang bang bang!"

With a series of violent roars, the sparks from the gunpowder instantly engulfed the entire hundred-person formation in flames, and screams mingled with the sounds of gunpowder exploding.

Lin Wan'er swallowed hard. She finally understood why Shen Li was so useful; his strength was like that of a god descended to earth.