Amidst the earth-shattering sound of horse hooves, the gravel on the ground began to shake slightly.
It sounds like the whole world is collapsing.
Under the illumination of the fire, the cavalry on the sand dunes were indistinct, and countless hoofs struck the sand, causing a dull roar that filled his eardrums, making it almost impossible for Thales to hear even the nearest voice.
They rushed towards the small caravan camp.
Getting closer.
"No, no, no," Tomdin, the owner of the caravan, seemed to be frightened. He looked at the group of orcs blocking the front, looked at the Stone Breaker tribe running behind him, and finally turned around and looked into the field of view.
The mountains and plains were filled with star cavalry sweeping in, and they muttered in a helpless manner: "We...we..."
Other businessmen were not far behind him, and some even cried in panic.
"Dean, we're caught in the middle!"
Thales, who was in a trance, was brought back to reality by the words of the female captain. Looking at the fierce and murderous cavalry line charging in the distance in the name of his father, his face suddenly turned pale.
Obviously, this isn't the best moment to smile, wave, and say "Hello, comrades."
After all, he doesn't have four legs.
"They're charging!"
Under the sky full of horse hooves and war roars, Louisa looked anxious and shouted at the top of her lungs, "We can't survive!"
The prisoners were in panic.
"My Lord, Desert God..." A businessman trembled as he looked at the cavalry getting closer and closer, and was so frightened that he could not speak.
"No, no," Tomdin squatted down, shivering and crying: "We will die... we will die... and my goods..."
"Damn fat man, stand up for me and shut up!" The bald mercenary dragged Tomdin up from the ground and violently interrupted the caravan owner's impromptu speech.
The sound of hooves rumbled and the ground shook.
More and more cavalry figures entered the light of the fire, making them blurry and distinguishable.
The twenty orcs blocking their path roared fanatically, rubbing their weapons in their hands, ready to intercept them with all their might.
"Their target is the orcs..."
Dean's expression has never been so solemn. His eyes wandered back and forth between the orcs and star cavalry facing each other, his eyes were steely: "As long as we can find cover and avoid their first wave of impact..."
Old Hammer coughed: "Also, don't forget those orcs who are fleeing for their lives. The army of the stars will not let them go. We have to stay away from their pursuit route!"
McGee spat out a bloody tooth and pointed to a remote sand dune on the left side of the camp: "There!"
"Very good!" Dean's eyes lit up. He stepped forward and kicked a box blocking the way with difficulty: "Everyone, follow me! Don't leave any weapons in your hands!"
The female mercenary captain gritted her teeth and followed Dean: "Let's go!"
A group of prisoners were in the sand on their hands and knees, fleeing in panic.
Behind them, more than twenty orc interceptors were getting closer and closer to the cavalry.
The prisoners finally hid under the sand dunes on the side of the battlefield. They threw themselves down to hide themselves from the sight of the cavalry, and felt relieved a little.
Thales quickly slid down the sand dune with the others, then turned over and climbed up two steps. He followed Dean's example and exposed half of his head. He watched with nervousness and shock as they rushed down the dune, occupying his entire body.
Partial view of the cavalry.
"At least a hundred riders." On the other side, Old Hammer's condition seemed not to be very good. He leaned against the fast rope with a pale face and panted, but his eyes were still sharp as he looked at the battlefield: "And there are almost twenty crow whistles inside.
Qingqi, this is not common."
It feels like a thousand troops.
Thales clenched his palms and said silently.
In the distance, War Chief Kandar, with his more than a hundred men, fled quickly in the opposite direction from where the cavalry appeared, getting further and further away from their companions who were behind them.
"More than a hundred..." Kuaisheng asked in confusion. He looked at the group of fleeing orcs and said, "But there are only one or two hundred of those gray bastards. With one of them as strong as ten...why did they run away?"
Old Hammer shook his head and said nothing.
"No matter what," businessman Tomdin interrupted the fast rope who was about to ask. He patted his chest uneasily: "Anyway, those bastards escaped... This is a good thing."
At this moment.
"Cruery!"
The roar of the aliens sounded from the other side far away from the battlefield in the fleeing team!
The prisoners turned their heads one after another and looked to the right, looking at the Stone Breaking Tribe who was running and retreating.
Taylor's eyes suddenly narrowed.
"Puff...Puff..."
On the other side of the battlefield, the roar of horse hooves sounded in the shadows beyond the reach of the fire, followed by countless shouts of killing.
"Oh my God, that's..." Mikey's eyes widened in disbelief.
Strange and swift figures appeared in front of everyone's eyes. The horses' hooves beneath them broke through the darkness, and the armor on their bodies shone coldly.
cavalry.
The second group of cavalry.
They are like deadly killers who have been waiting for a long time and suddenly appear from the darkness, rushing towards the fugitives unstoppably!
"Bastards!"
A cold call came from the newly arrived cavalry: "Do you like surprises?"
Facing the sudden enemy, the roars of the Kandar War Chief became increasingly louder and louder, and the fleeing orcs had to slow down and reorganize their formation.
Old Hammer looked at this strange soldier solemnly.
These newly appeared cavalry were galloping away, but the sound of their hooves was louder and heavier than the cavalry of the Croma family. Their equipment was more uniform, and they had an awe-inspiring murderous aura all over their bodies.
"outflank!"
"The cavalry of the Croma family are just long poles for catching rabbits, responsible for driving the enemy into pockets, and the sneak attack of the cavalry on this side is the real animal trap," the veteran of the stars sighed: "They must have arranged it in advance
Tactics and formations."
"It's different." Dean suddenly said.
Faced with the doubts of others, Dean pointed to the newly-appeared group of cavalry: "Look at the flag."
Thales squinted his eyes in confusion, activated his hell sense, and saw clearly the battle flags flying among the group of cavalry.
really.
That's not a one-winged crow.
It was a flag that Thales didn't recognize: from a distance, the pattern on the flag looked like a few bright stars, hazily shrouded in a cloud of misty dust.
"Stardust Battle Flag!"
Old Hammer said in surprise: "It's the Stardust Guards!"
As soon as this statement came out, many people were shocked.
"The... Stardust Guards in Blade Fang Camp?" Louisa asked with a frown.
Thales looked at the others in confusion.
The old hammer nodded.
"Look carefully, their war horses are different from those of the Croma family. They are not ponies native to the Western Wilderness. They are taller, bigger, and heavier." The veteran carefully observed the new cavalry: "That is
The hybrid between the Northland horse and the plains horse has stronger impact and explosive power."
"This group of cavalry is a standing army stationed on the western front and directly under the royal family."
"Baron Williams' Stardust Guard."
Royal standing army?
Thales's eyes lit up.
That means these people are trustworthy...right?
"Thank you to the desert god, thank you to the setting sun, thank you to the bright moon, thank you to the dark night, thank you to the kings of the kingdom of stars..." Tomdin patted his heart, tears welling up in his eyes: "I know that since my great-grandfather served the 'Wise Lord'
To begin with, our family has been loyal to the Kingdom of Stars for generations, and fate will not let us die here..."
Everyone curled their lips and did not answer.
But Old Hammer frowned slightly.
"It's unbelievable, the Baron's Stardust Guards and the Croma family's levied army..."
"This must be a big operation... After the Desert War, this is the first time I see these two groups of guys who don't like each other going into battle together..." Old Hammer murmured.
Thales frowned slightly.
"But that's an orc! A gray bastard who can't be killed!"
Kuai Sheng counted the number of people and asked in surprise: "I've counted them. This group of new... Xing guards are only a few dozen people in total. Can they really take advantage of them by rushing in like this?"
As he spoke, the cavalry of the Stardust Guards was like a sharp knife, mercilessly piercing the side of the fugitives!
They encountered the enemy earlier than their colleagues from the Chroma family.
The question of the fast rope was answered immediately.
Thales saw: The dozen orcs at the rear stood in formation, forming the first line of defense among the escapees. They turned sideways to avoid collision, and at the same time steadily raised their shields and weapons, bulging out their strong muscles.
Tendons, ready to stop the rushing horses.
The cavalry at the front came to them in an instant and faced their blades.
The prince held his breath.
He thought he would see a head-on confrontation between cavalry and orcs, but he was wrong.
The next second, with a sharp and piercing sound, dozens of small black shadows jumped out from the cavalry and disappeared into the formation of the orcs!
"Whizzing!"
As the orcs cursed and cried out in pain, two of the dozen orcs bent over in pain, and the team of escapees suddenly became confused!
"Cavalry Crossbow!"
Old Hammer exclaimed: "It is indeed the Stardust Guards. This kind of weapon can only be used by the elite cavalry to tear apart the enemy formation..."
Before he could finish his words, the cavalrymen of the Stardust Guards all put aside their crossbows, stepped on their stirrups, and unsheathed their swords and guns while roaring!
They were in close combat with the orcs, but it was still not as head-to-head as Thales imagined.
The first orc swung his ax with both hands and slashed at the first knight who rushed towards him.
The sound of the ax pierced the air, but the knight calmly steered his horse to turn, and in an instant he thrust out the spear in his hand.
The light of the ax and the shadow of the gun intersect in the sky.
"laugh!"
The horses passed by the orcs at incredible speeds and angles.
The knight walked away without looking back.
The big ax struck hard into the sand.
The orc turned around in disbelief and looked down at his chest: a broken spear head pierced his chest from front to back, staining his armor red.
The seriously injured orc roared in grief and anger, and the strength before death surged through his body.
Furious, it turned around, trying to find the next target, but found in despair: the human knights turned around like a swarm of bees after receiving instructions, and like the waves rushing onto the rocks, they instantly diverted and ran from both sides of the opponent.
Drive away, not using up your strength with it, and no longer paying attention to its weak and mournful cries.
"Puff...Puff..."
Horse hooves rolled past, and the orc's fingers could only scan the air feebly.
The next moment, it knelt on the ground and its body was permanently buried in the yellow sand.
It's not the only one.
Not far away, an orc faced the knight charging towards him with a sword, roared, raised his shield, and exerted his strength with his waist and feet!
"clang!"
Occupying the advantage of the orc's strength and body shape, it just swayed its feet and withstood this heavy blow!
But before it could counterattack, a second knight passed by on the other side of the orc.
A sudden cold light flashed.
The saber in his hand lightly scratched the orc's unprotected neck.
"Shua"
In the earth-shattering roar, blood spurted out from the orc's neck, and his shield fell to the ground.
"Idiot." The knight's disdainful voice was mixed with the sound of hoofbeats, and it was only then that it reached its ears.
Scenes like this abound in the first round of the cavalry's attack:
Some orc warriors died from a tricky sprint shot; some orcs were slashed several times by the cavalry passing by at high speed, and finally died of bleeding; there were also skilled orcs who struggled to fend off several knights beautifully but failed.
The next enemy that always appears around them seizes the flaw and cuts open their heads; some orcs swing the ax blade wildly and menacingly, but it only makes the never-ending cavalry more wisely avoid its edge; others
After a round of impact, the orcs were covered in wounds and stood precariously on the spot, looking at their companions everywhere and crying out in grief.
More and more orcs were injured and bleeding, and fell to the ground after a futile rampage.
Wherever the horse's hooves went, all that was left was blood.
War Chief Kandar's voice rang through the sky, but he could not prevent his subordinates from dying.
The prisoners hiding aside were dumbfounded.
"See? This is the answer," Old Hammer shook his head and said, "When two feet stand on the ground, we can't even fight with one of their little fingers."
"But when you step on the stirrups, sit on the saddle, and charge forward with a mount of more than 700 pounds, everything changes. Your field of vision becomes wider, your weapons become longer, and the world becomes smaller."
"Even opponents who were once invincible have inevitably become weaker."
"Even if it's an orc."
Kuaisheng couldn't take his eyes away and seemed to have forgotten to answer.
"Elite, the Stardust Guards are rare elites, don't forget this," McGee snorted coldly: "They are the best of a hundred..."
Old Hammer shook his head and coughed heavily: "Don't forget...cough cough...what they are facing is not the desperate sand bandits and the wise and self-protective exiles, but the countless terrifying forces in the desert, under the Dragon Skeleton Throne.
, the elite warriors of the Cracked Stone Tribe, they are also elite soldiers and strong generals, they act collectively, their discipline is as good as the legionnaires of the stars, and they are as brave as the brave warriors of the North who regard death as their own.”
Mikey turned his head away and stopped talking.
Thales listened to their conversation carefully.
Just like that, the Stardust Guards, who rushed at high speed with the help of their horse power, unstoppably tore through the first layer of defense that the orcs had hastily established.
They didn't care whether there were any survivors in the first round of attack, and went straight into the ranks of escapees.
In the chaos, Kandar's roar came again.
A second line of defense was formed: a dozen orcs holding long contradiction cards stood together roaring, taking care of each other, and covering the flanks of their companions.
Seeing the cavalry approaching, the orcs shouted in unison. Under the command of a leader with a scarred face, they raised their shields to respond to the enemy and raised their spears to thrust out.
However, the leader of the knights who rushed toward it just looked at the opponent's spear array, frowned, and whistled.
The next second, the cavalry all turned sideways, lifted their reins and turned around, bypassing the enemy formation from both sides, giving up the fight with the formation.
The scarred orc roared wildly, seemingly dissatisfied with its opponent's avoidance and cowardice.
But the attack was not over.
The sound of horse hooves sounded again, and this time the attack did not come from the front: a group of cavalry bypassed the defense line, gathered on both sides and turned, rushing towards the unprotected flanks and even the rear of the orc formation!
"On the battlefield, for every extra leg you have over the enemy," Old Hammer sighed under the dunes, "you have one more choice."
"Hula"
The scarred orc roared angrily, batting away the oncoming cavalry sword, and the powerful force brought the opponent off his horse.
But then, a sword struck from the side and chopped off its head.
Swords flashed, blood splattered.
The orcs who stood with it also met an ugly end: either died in a surprise attack from the side, or were penetrated in the back by cold swords and cold guns, while those orcs who turned around to deal with the flanking attack were blocked by a knife in the undefended front direction.
Even if there are surviving orcs, they will often fall to the ground in the next attack when the cavalry is organized again.
The second layer of orc defense, which was attacked from multiple sides, collapsed immediately.
Thales looked at this scene in disbelief.
He still remembered the scene when the caravan was attacked: amidst the screams and sounds of fighting, enemies rushed in from all directions. The powerful force was almost unstoppable. The sharp blades tore apart the bodies of his companions. Someone fell every moment.
Next, blood and death go hand in hand.
At that time, he was waving his shield and sword desperately, suppressing panic and panic, resisting the continuous attacks of the orcs, but he could only fall to the ground weakly in despair and pain.
But now, the orcs, that group of terrifying tribal warriors who made him fearful, were the ones who were beaten to the point of being unable to fight back.
Now, it's their turn to be frightened, confused, and panicked, facing the ubiquitous blades, experiencing the death of their companions and the strength of the enemy in fear and anger.
After this round of impact, the cavalry of the Stardust Guards penetrated the group of escapees diagonally, and rode out of the enemy formation before more orcs moved to encircle them.
They ran a certain distance, reined in their horses, turned around, regrouped, rushed off the highway again, and fought back to the formation.
Sprint, attack, break away, turn around, charge again, attack again, the human cavalry with less than a hundred people repeated this process over and over again.
They were like sharp knives, thrusting out, withdrawing, and thrusting out again, bringing about a new round of bloodshed and harvesting the lives of the orcs.
The prisoners watched so hard that they even forgot to breathe.
Kandar's roar became more rapid and shrill.
"On the chessboard," Dean said with emotion: "Chariots and knights are often the favorites."
Others turned to look at him.
Dean shook his head slowly: "Because in the same round, they took the furthest steps."
"Look!"
McGee, the skeleton man who had been staring at the battlefield, shouted: "The Chroma family!"
The prisoners turned their heads one after another.
On the other side of the battlefield, the more than twenty strong orcs who were the first to stay behind finally met the Croma family and the cavalry rushing down from the sand dunes.
Unexpectedly, compared to the previous lightness and agility of the Crow Whistle Qingqi and the back and forth charging of the Stardust Guards, the Chroma family chose a completely different strategy.
I don't know when, the cavalry such as the Crow Whistle Qingqi have already bypassed the interceptors. The front row of the cavalry has been replaced by heavy armored long soldiers, fully armored knights with sharp single-winged crows painted on their shields and vests.
Sand and dust are rolling in.
Majestic and impressive.
Facing more than twenty people with the same muscles and armor, they look like orc warriors born for interception!
Louisa narrowed her eyes: "No way...they want to..."
Dean nodded with a solemn expression: "Heavy cavalry attack."
"Obviously, the one-winged crow doesn't want to waste time."
Thales' eyes widened.
That's right.
impact.
Head-to-head, iron-on-iron, face-to-face, no dodge, no dodge, no fancy impact!
With an order, the heavy cavalrymen in the first row lowered their spears.
The orcs behind them yelled and turned sideways, leaning against their shields with their shoulders, drawing swords in their hands and preparing to fight back.
finally.
"boom!"
With a frightening loud noise, the heavy cavalry's spear collided with the orc's shield!
The snapping of spears, the shattering of shields, the cries of pain from the orcs, and the curses of humans all came together in an instant, creating an extremely chaotic mess.
Thales's face was shocked. He once again witnessed the unparalleled strength of the orcs: in the battle line, a ferocious orc with a face was holding the shield with all his strength, his muscles and bones protruding, and he stepped on the sand with a desperate roar.
After taking three steps back, he not only withstood the impact of the heavy cavalry, but also used strength from his waist and abdomen to overturn the heavy cavalry on the opposite side, including both men and horses, to the ground!
This power...
The prince understood: there was a reason why Kandar left behind this elite team.
But their performance ends there.
The next moment, the orc who overturned his opponent in the surprised eyes of the prisoner just raised his head when the second heavy cavalry passed over the horse on the ground, and the gun barrel hit its shoulder heavily!
"boom!"
Amidst the loud noise, the orc who was at the end of his crossbow could no longer bear it. He tilted his body and watched helplessly as the heavy cavalry roared away.
The third heavy cavalryman rushed forward mercilessly and hit its chest without any deviation.
Amidst the terrible impact, the orc who had just used his strength to defeat the enemy was like a sandbag ready to be hammered, his huge body flying backwards.
It fell to the ground, coughed up two mouthfuls of blood in pain, and was unable to get up.
The orcs will soon have nothing to worry about.
"Rumble"
One second later, the fourth, fifth, sixth... countless heavy cavalry were rolling forward with unstoppable iron hooves.
Horse hooves stepped on the orc lying on the ground mercilessly, crushing its bones, muscles, and internal organs one after another with a chilling sound of impact...
Crushing the past pride of the orcs.
The dying orcs didn't even have a chance to stand up, and were just drowned in the endless sea of heavy cavalry.
It is a microcosm of the more than twenty orc interceptors: the orc warriors who had just resigned themselves to death and were full of momentum, under the impact of the heavy cavalry, were like waves submerged in the sea, thrown into the desert sand.