Chapter 841: Deep in the Grasslands

Aru City.
Watching as the troops from the four major gangs joined forces with those trapped in the city and left in a grand procession, Meng Yun, Xue Yi, and the others looked extremely displeased.
Especially Meng Yun—her carefully planned strategy had been disrupted by two unexpected events, making it impossible to continue…
First, “Little Li’s Flying Knife” had dodged her attacks twice, causing her great embarrassment. Yet this did not stop Yipin Tang’s plans.
But then, a system announcement stunned her.
Kai Xin had already obtained the rank of brigade commander and exchanged it for a full cavalry brigade of over 600 men—people who couldn’t be killed so easily…
It was because of this that Meng Yun’s plan to gradually encircle the people from Mu Family, Xiyi Gate, Xifeng Tower, and Fengyu Alliance within Aru City was completely ruined.
As long as NPCs were present, no one dared to attack those with ranks…
In other words, as long as Kai Xin, Yin Hu, Lei Zhan, Xiao Bei, Mo Mo, Lin Xiao, Mo Feng, Hong Chen, and others had ranks, anyone from Yipin Tang who dared to take action would be wanted by the imperial court—each death would result in another being imprisoned in the dungeon for three days.
Even with hundreds of thousands of troops, Meng Yun didn’t dare to act rashly and stir up trouble. She couldn’t afford the losses.
“Headmaster! One of our brothers has found out where they are,” reported a high-ranking member of Yipin Tang an hour later after receiving a message via pigeon.
“Speak.”
“…” The man paused before answering, “The messenger said that after returning to the border, the people from Mu Family led over 20,000 troops into the battlefield, heading toward the Mongol army’s camp. But their exact location is unknown.”
“…” Meng Yun didn’t ask why.
The experts from the two top gangs, Mu Family and Xiyi Gate, were no amateurs. Entering the vast grasslands at such a time, it was obvious they were trying to avoid Yipin Tang’s possible countermeasures, so they surely wouldn’t allow anyone to follow them.
“Cunning!”
With a snort, Xue Yi gritted his teeth and volunteered, “Headmaster, give the order! Mobilize more troops immediately and settle this in the grasslands!”
Meng Yun’s eyes lit up briefly before she sneered, “Settle this? Do you think Kai Xin will give us a chance?”
“They have over 20,000 men. If they try to fight head-on, they’re not enough in number. But if they try to flee, 20,000 people are too conspicuous, making movement difficult.”
“What do you mean?”
“Seize their elite forces tonight!”
“Tonight?”
“That’s right.”
A cold smirk appeared on Xue Yi’s lips:

“The sect leader, you surely haven’t forgotten—we still have an ace up our sleeve hidden in the Mu family’s residence.”
“You mean!” Meng Yun’s eyes lit up at the mention!
“The Fairy of the Jade Pool and Happy Alumni are also at the border, among that group.”
“Good.”
Meng Yun perked up and said without hesitation, “Contact her right away. Tell her to report any movements of the Mu family’s main forces and Happy Alumni at all times.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Yun quickly sent a message to Huang Sha by pigeon, ordering him to gather more troops and sneak into the grasslands from secluded areas to prepare an ambush against the elite forces of the Mu family, Xiyi Gate, Xifeng Tower, and Fengyu Alliance.
“Be careful—don’t let anything leak.”
“Understood.”
Soon, at the northern border, groups of First-Class Hall disciples began to arrive…
Since the First-Class Hall was originally the local power in the north, the news of Meng Yun’s death didn’t surprise many players when large numbers of troops entered the grasslands.
However, after entering the grasslands, these troops quickly split into groups of several thousand each, racing away into the distance and disappearing from sight.
…
Over twenty thousand people stood silently, forming a dense crowd more than ten miles away from the Mongol camp, not daring to make a sound.
Who would have thought?
To be precise, less than 24 hours after the war began, a group of martial artists who had only seen up to five thousand cavalry were actually brought deep into the enemy camp.
The dense rows of tents stretched across the grassland horizon, stretching as far as the eye could see—exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure. Just one glance brought a fear that one might be crushed to pieces if they got too close.
Yet many people’s gazes were fixed on a small hill not far away…
Thousands of regular Central Plains cavalry were neatly forming up on the hill!
The horses no longer neighed; the cavalry gripped their weapons tightly, staring straight at the enemy camp with solemnity and determination on their faces.
Of course…
These cavalry were certainly not sent there by order from the main camp.
Regular cavalry could never venture this far without external assistance.
Half of this sizable cavalry force consisted of Happy Alumni’s personal guards, while the other half were cavalry obtained by the leaders of the four major gangs through their combat merits.
With a dozen squadron leaders, dozens of platoon leaders, and numerous corporals, they assembled over a thousand two hundred cavalry, forming a temporary cavalry unit that looked quite impressive.

As the only captain in the team, as long as the squadron leaders and platoon leaders were willing to hand over their troops, Happy would have command authority, and he could finally bring everyone together as he desired.
A cavalry unit of a thousand men—everyone present had seen such things before…
But a cavalry unit led by players was something they had never seen before. Thus, many were both worried and somewhat hopeful about Happy’s leadership of this operation.
…
On the hillside, Happy rode a tall horse at the forefront of the thousand cavalrymen. From his vantage point, he could gaze far into the enemy camp below; behind him, the thousand cavalrymen stood solemnly, waiting silently for his next command. At his signal, they could charge forth at full speed—a truly exhilarating feeling!
However…
After enjoying this moment of pride, Happy’s brows gradually furrowed.
The task at hand was to feign an attack on the enemy camp, harass their flanks, and use the cavalry’s high mobility to lure out a group of troops for elimination.
The merits gained from defeating Mongol cavalry—whether through combat or by killing enemies themselves—would all go to the commander in charge, with double the rewards!
The task was described as quite simple.
But as the most difficult combat mission at this stage, Happy realized it was a typical suicide mission…
Because unlike the Central Plains camp, whose main force consisted of infantry!
The Mongols were entirely made up of elite cavalry, all skilled archers. If these thousand men really charged over to harass them, instead of luring out any enemies, they would just end up becoming targets themselves.
After hesitating for a while, Happy suddenly looked up at the sky, his brows tightening again:
…If we don’t act now, it’ll be dark.
“Lei Zhan, be careful over there! I’m going in!!” With that, he raised his arm high into the air and then swung it down forcefully:
“Charge!!!”
His tone was decisive.
Boom!!!
The thousand cavalrymen rushed down the hillside at once! Like a flood breaking its dam, with thunderous hoofbeats, they charged headlong toward the enemy camp…