The hooves thundered. There was a profound difference between the sensation created by four hundred cavalrymen and that of fifteen hundred, a difference that Zheng Fan understood intimately.
The first time he had arrived, he had been somewhat reckless, somewhat exhilarated, somewhat unaccustomed, and somewhat anxious, fearing unforeseen events.
This time, however, his attitude was calm, so calm that he could sit down to casually choose his strategy as though lighting a cigarette.
In the era of cold weapons, cavalry could be used like a lever. The first Earl of North Border using thirty thousand to defeat five hundred thousand was an exemplification of this lever used to its utmost.
At the same time, the difference in equipment often manifested as a major discrepancy in war.
Green Willow Fortress relied on the financial support of the Sixth Prince. For this army and for Zheng Fan, the Sixth Prince had spared no cost—even something as valuable as a casket.
