When the first ray of sunlight at dawn sprinkled on this ice field, the heavy snow suddenly stopped.
Colin, who was dozing off, felt someone pushing him beside him.
"What's wrong? Are you going to start fighting?" Colin instantly woke up.
"right!"
Earl Dawson next to him looked resolute and looked forward.
At the same time, the herald ran back and forth in the army formation, delivering the Marquis' military orders:
"The whole army mounts and prepares for battle!"
With this order, the black cavalry gradually came to life.
The soldiers began to check their armor, harness, and weapons, and then, at the urging of the officers, got on their horses and formed formations.
As the sky was getting brighter, rows of cavalry in black armor had been neatly lined up on the ice field.
The aura of killing began to spread in the army formation, and faint bloodshot eyes slowly appeared in each pair of eyes.
All the tiredness and coldness disappeared at this moment.
All that was left was the surging blood and unconcealable tyrannical emotions.
In the midst of it, Colin couldn't help being infected by this atmosphere, his breathing gradually became heavy, and his rationality gradually faded at this moment.
The most primitive and bloodiest impulse rooted in the blood of all creatures began to flourish.
At this moment, he suddenly understood, what is the real teacher of tigers and wolves, the invincible teacher!
But the troll camp on the opposite side was still as quiet as before. They didn't even know that the scythe of death had come quietly, and it was almost reaching their necks.
In the Black Cavalry Army, everyone's eyes turned to where the black lion flag was.
Watching the figure of the man under the banner.
Like countless times in the past, there was no exciting speech before the battle, only Marquis Garcia slowly drew out the saber from his waist, raised it high above his head, and pointed forward suddenly!
In an instant, a low horn sounded.
"Woo-"
The army began to surge forward.
First jog slowly, then gradually speed up, and finally enter the state of galloping and charging at a suitable distance.
As the northern border, it can even be said to be the most elite cavalry in the Glorious Empire. This fighting rhythm has been thoroughly integrated into the blood of every Black Cavalry soldier, and there is no need for the generals to command too much.
The sound of rumbling horseshoes echoed on the ice field, and finally became the only sound in the world!
At this time, the troll was finally alarmed.
But most trolls haven't even fully woken from their slumber.
Even if he wakes up, he still hasn't had time to eat breakfast, let alone weapons and armor.
Countless trolls ran out of the camp in a panic, roaring indiscriminately, and asked their companions who were also stunned what happened.
The commander of this wolf cavalry, General Quick, also woke up from his dream and immediately realized that something was wrong.
As soon as he rushed out of the camp with a knife in hand, he saw a guard rushing over with a panicked face: "General, it's not good! The enemy, the enemy is coming!"
Quick kicked the guard over, then jumped onto the back of his wolf rider, looking in the direction of the sound.
Then, his eyes widened to the extreme in an instant, almost as if they were about to burst.
Because he found that cavalry, a lot of cavalry, were killing them!
Quick's first reaction was that it was impossible.
He has led troops to fight for so many years, and he has never let so many cavalry rush to such a short distance before he realized it.
Such a strange thing almost overturned his cognition.
But the next moment, Quick put aside all the unbelievable.
Because, he had already seen the black lion flag waving in the wind.
Black Cavalry!
In an instant, the blood in Quick's whole body froze.
He suddenly calmed down.
It seemed that at this moment, the leader of the wolf cavalry had foreseen his inevitable fate.
The light in his eyes also completely disappeared, leaving only the depth of deathly silence.
Quick immediately grabbed a guard by the collar and roared in a low voice:
"Right now, lead a team of wolf riders to the southwest! Run all the way, don't look back! No matter what, you must inform His Royal Highness Gambic that the black cavalry is coming!"
"Then, the general, you..."
The guard was still hesitating, but Quick had already pushed him far away: "Get out, get out!"
Afterwards, Quick drew out his scimitar, and rushed in the direction of the Black Cavalry without hesitation.
The desolate horn finally sounded from the troll camp.
Amid such voices, as the most elite warriors of the troll clan, although these wolf cavalry were caught off guard, they were still quickly organized under the leadership of Quake to prepare for the upcoming battle.
But, it's still too late.
The wolf cavalry didn't have time to speed up, and they found that the forward of the black cavalry had crossed this not-so-far distance and rushed to them.
The murderous human cavalry raised their steel knives obliquely, like a surging silver wave in the morning sun.
Then, this turbulent wave rushed to the troll's camp in an instant, bringing blood sprayed all over the sky and stumps and broken arms flying around.
Quick roared hoarsely, trying to maintain the loose formation and prevent it from being completely overwhelmed.
At the same time, he gathered a group of wolf cavalry and ran away from the black cavalry.
This is not an escape.
The moment he saw the black lion banner, Quick was ready to die.
Quake didn't feel humiliated that he could die at the hands of Marquis Garcia, but rather honored.
But he still has some regrets.
Because he felt that he was not ready yet.
Even if he loses, he still hopes to launch the strongest offensive and let Marquis Garcia know how powerful he is.
He understands that the most important thing for cavalry to fight is speed.
And speed requires distance.
Therefore, he planned to lead the army to run in the opposite direction, and after a certain distance, he would wait for an opportunity to counterattack.
This is indeed the most sensible move.
But unfortunately, the Black Cavalry would not give him this chance.
In this battle, the troll wolf cavalry are destined to be extremely aggrieved.
Their number is actually more than that of the Black Cavalry, but they have already lost the opportunity.
The waving flag in Quick's hand, and the conspicuous armor on his body, were quickly spotted by the Black Cavalry.
His speed of running back was not too slow, but in front of the black cavalry cavalry who had already entered a state of rapid charge, it was still terribly slow.
A group of black cavalry arrived in no time and surrounded Quick.
The turbulent sword light whizzed over, not talking about a fair duel at all.
This is a battlefield where you live and die, and chivalry has no room for survival here.
As a fifth-tier warrior, Quick was considered a well-known master among the troll clan.
But no matter how powerful the master is, he can't stand the siege of the army.
What's more, there are many high-ranking knights in the Black Cavalry Army.
After creating a terrifying record of killing hundreds of people, the wolf cavalry leader was finally beheaded by a human knight.
With the snapping of the Quick Commander's Flag, the troll wolf cavalry completely collapsed.
The black cavalry passed by, leaving corpses all over the ground and blood flowing everywhere.
It was a complete massacre.
(end of this chapter)