In the cold morning mist, the steel horses' hooves crushed the gravel on the ground, carrying high-speed impact. The red and black lance rushed through the fog, piercing the soldiers in front of it like red and black lightning. The tip of the spear
Slightly tilting upward, the impact force of the iron cavalry will directly tear the opponent apart.
Each of these elite cavalry directly from the center of the empire is equipped with high-end extraordinary weapons and armor. They are armed to the teeth. Even if some muskets are fired head-on, they can only hit sporadic sparks and cannot stop their progress.
After rushing into the city, the Blood Spear Knights divided into several squads in an orderly manner, shuttled through the streets, piercing and tearing the foreseen Cranthian soldiers, dragging the corpses as if they were painted with blood-red paint on the ground. They are highly
Professional soldiers are extremely ruthless, have a steely will, and strictly follow disciplines.
In just ten minutes, the streets in the city were covered with corpses, and other Cranthian soldiers had to retreat to some strongholds to garrison, which also separated them.
Faced with this situation, Darcy was not surprised. He stood in the central open space in the city and waved again to ask his men to stop temporarily.
"Let the follow-up troops handle the scene, and the others will move forward with me."
"Yes!" the messenger knight responded.
Immediately, two black and red knights rode on military horses to notify the auxiliary legions who arrived behind. Then Darcy led the members of the Blood Spear Knights directly across the city from the Central Street to the station outside Lancia City.
As they released and retracted, these cavalry were so efficient and orderly that the imperial officers watching the battle couldn't help but sigh. They were worthy of being the most shining generals in the empire. Their ability to lead troops was unparalleled.
On the rain-moistened field, these black and red cavalry walked across the muddy grassland until they reached the station of Polancia.
Because of the previous attack, there are currently only a small number of guards in the station, and the defense is not sufficient. No one expected such a sudden situation. After all, half an hour ago, good news came from the city. The battlefield was being cleaned, the remnants were cleared, and preparations were being made.
When I took over the job, I didn’t want everything to change so quickly.
The horses and fences lined up in front of the camp were directly trampled by these fast-moving cavalry. Wood chips and debris flew into the faces of the defenders, which made people feel pain. They raised their muskets and pointed them at the incoming enemies.
He fired, but the bullets shot into the fog and there was no response.
The black and red cavalry who rushed through the mud in the morning mist ignored this weak attack and directly smashed the obstacles on their way. They stepped over the corpses in the way, and their blood-stained spears tore apart the tents in the camp.
, many auxiliary personnel were harvested as easily as wheat, their blood splashed in the cold wind, and all the materials were turned into torches during the raid, burning into bursts of thick smoke.
In front of the central command post, the evacuated Guards formed a steel shield wall. Long spears and magic crystal guns protruded from the shields, like hedgehogs, firing continuously.
A short blazing flame appeared from the muzzle from time to time, and the enchanted crimson-gold bullets hit the cavalry's armor, causing bloody flowers and flames.
Different from ordinary muskets, these guardsmen all have elite magic crystal guns manufactured by the alchemy workshop, and now they have finally caused casualties to these black and red cavalry.
However, the number of such magic crystal guns is still too small, and reloading is also a problem.
After a round of firing, these swift and ruthless cavalry arrived in an instant, with Darcy taking the lead.
The gun made of extraordinary blood steel made a frightening arc in the hands of the general, and then thrust forward. Seven spear flowers flashed out from the tip of the gun like flowers blooming, directly piercing through the obstacles in front and destroying all obstacles encountered.
The shield, spear, magic crystal gun, and body were cut and punctured into pieces.
Then the iron hooves stepped over the debris and debris on the ground, and went straight into it, tearing apart the defensive line in an instant. Before the garrison commander had time to issue orders, these powerful cavalry began a new round of killing.
After a few breaths, General Antar fell unwillingly in a pool of blood, still clutching the hilt of the drawn sword tightly in his hand. Unfortunately, his neck had been pierced and he could no longer speak.
After shaking off the blood from the tip of the gun, Darcy stood in the Crancia camp and looked back. Behind him stood a group of black and red knights who had finished cleaning up, and the ground was covered with the corpses of Crancia officers.
"Let's go." He got on his horse and no longer paid attention to the dead bodies on the ground.
"promise."
Subsequently, more flames ignited in the camp, and the military camp, which originally housed tens of thousands of people, also ignited blazing flames in the thick smoke, drying the cold dew on the grass.
With its back facing these flames, this black and red cavalry is ready to set off again to the next battlefield.
But at this moment, a whimpering and desolate horn sounded from the distance, and then a heavy sound of horse hooves also came from the ground beneath his feet.
Darcy looked at the other side of the field in surprise, raised his hand, and temporarily stopped planning to leave.
"Stand where you are and prepare to fight."
"yes!"
A group of thousands of black and red cavalry were arranged on the hill, looking at the direction in which the sound was approaching.
Some tall figures appeared in the morning mist, and among these figures, the crimson flags were particularly eye-catching.
It is different from the rose-like bright red of the Canghong Empire, nor the dark red of the red and black combination of the Paskar family. This red seems to be dyed with plant stems and leaves. It is simple and sedimentary, with a rustic feel that is resistant to wear and tear.
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Suddenly, those figures broke out of the morning mist and appeared in everyone's eyes.
A heavy horse about two meters high carried a heavily armored orc. They held giant axes and halberds, and wore crimson cloaks behind them, stepping through the fog and mud.
These warriors from the grassland belong to the Crimson Flame Parade Legion. They were built in imitation of the roving knights during the Kuangfang Empire, but now they have a completely different style from the past.
In order to maintain the stability of the grassland and establish a new, unified and just order, they are elite orcs carefully selected from various tribes. While ensuring their strength, they are also allowed to receive excellent military education uniformly, so that
He has extremely high military qualities.
In order to commemorate the great achievements of Elani, the daughter of fire, the cloaks they used were dyed with the roots of red alfalfa, like warm and peaceful flames, guarding this cold and barren world.
When these legions with iron will and discipline appeared, the morning mist slowly dissipated as if burning with flames, revealing this legion with the name of flame to the eyes of the world.
They lined up in a queue as neat as the waves. The two-meter-tall heavy-duty Milhua horses weighing nearly 900 kilograms under their crotches, and each cavalryman was wearing heavy armor, like a heavy tank, forming an undulating wall of red flames towards the enemy.
Pushing forward, as the horses' hooves stepped over, deep pits were left on the ground, making a heart-shaking sound of hooves.
These orc cavalry, riding heavy brown and gray horses, panted heavily and exhaled bursts of white mist from the gaps in their helmets. Through the narrow field of vision, their gray-blue eyes stared at the group of black and red enemies in front of them.
Facing this powerful enemy, these orcs did not have the fanatical and ignorant temperament of the past, but were calm and quiet, so quiet that it was chilling.
"Red Flame, Formation!" Thick battle axes were raised high. These cavalrymen wearing crimson cloaks changed their positions during the movement. In a few seconds, sharp triangular arrows also appeared in the wilderness.
With the extraordinary cores in the body operating at full strength, the orc cavalry in the wilderness are like flames, connecting into a red ocean, rising and falling with the heights of the wilderness, spreading.
"Commendable opponent, let's begin."
Darcy held up the shining black and red lance, jumped down from the hill on his horse, and led the cavalry behind him like a long and narrow black sword, piercing the enemy's formation.
Facing the sea of crimson flames sweeping across the earth, they had even greater speed and penetrating power. Under the leadership of Jiang Xing, they were like vigorous and fierce black dragons, rushing towards the sweeping waves of lava.