Zang Ba's eyes were cold as he watched the tens of thousands of Miscellaneous Hun cavalry charging toward his main formation, without a trace of fear. On the contrary, the corners of his mouth curled up with a hint of sarcasm.
A radiance flashed by. It was slightly different from the previous Legion Talent of Zang Ba, with a dim radiance mixed with a bright yellow hue. After feeling this power, all the sword and shield infantry naturally raised their shields. They had already witnessed once before the myth of infantry defeating the cavalry.
It was not blocking, not a stalemate, but a true counter-restriction.
The cavalry of the Miscellaneous Hun was swift. Zang Ba's several hundred archers only shot down less than two hundred, as tens of thousands of Miscellaneous Hun cavalry crashed in like raging waves. For a cavalry of such scale, Zang Ba, wedged in the center, seemed as if he would be shattered in the next moment.
