While the Duke's Guard was still entanglement with the centaur warriors, another cavalry had already burst into the battle—brandishing sabers and spears, and the roaring iron cavalry rolled up waves of smoke and dust from both directions at the baggage carts at once.

The taciturn, heavily armed dwarves stood in formation, forming a tight line of shield walls and war-like halberds on both sides of the convoy, ready to resist the cavalry charge.

The hoplites were much the same for both the Dwarves and the Empire - or rather, the infantry had to maintain a dense formation and long weapons to resist the cavalry charge.

The backing of the baggage cart not only allowed them to avoid the possibility of cavalry backcharging, but also greatly reduced the area on the sides of the two wings.

The hussars were still speeding up, and the dwarves were struck by the sound of earth-shattering hooves.

Five hundred steps, three hundred steps, one hundred steps......

At the moment when the two sides were about to start a "hard fight", the dwarves behind the shield wall suddenly raised their crossbows and set them on their shields, and the hussars also spread out their formations and raised their throwing spears in a very "tacit understanding".

In the next second, the shrill sound and the whistling black shadow swept through the hussars' line like a violent wind, and in the screams and cries of pain, the cavalry continued to fall off their horses and disappear into the billowing smoke and dust!

But in a short moment, the cavalry had also rushed in front of the dwarven phalanx.

"Poof——!

At the moment of hand-to-hand combat, the dwarves in the first row raised their halberds and stabbed at the cavalry attacking from the front.

But he fell short... At the moment of collision, the war horse that was obviously still charging had already completed its turn, and easily avoided the stabbing halberd.

He didn't know the hussars of the steppe, and he never went head-to-head with the enemy.

The cavalryman who threw his spear quickly turned his horse's head and walked away, leaving only the dwarf whose chest was pierced by the javelin struggling to get to his knees, slumping limply in a pool of blood.

However, he is not alone.

Some of the dwarves were pierced through the front door by javelins, some were pierced between helmets and armor by sabers, some were pinned together with their palms and shields by javelins, and some killed the hussars in front of them, only to be pierced by the javelins fired from their sides along with their helmets......

The impregnable shield wall instantly plunged into chaos, and the moment the spears and crossbow arrows whizzed, there were constantly figures screaming and wailing to the ground, leaving a dark red patch on the grass.

In the midst of the chaotic battle, the first charging hussars turned their horses' heads en masse, and like flowing water, they went around the front of the enemy on both wings, throwing javelins and retreating.

But the offensive did not end ... In just the next second, the second-row charging rangers had already "arrived", shouting fiercely at the chaotic dwarven phalanx and raising their sabers and throwing spears.

And behind the second row of rangers, there is a third, a fourth ... Farther back, the first platoon of hussars, who had retreated a hundred paces away, once again charged and attacked, whistling towards the dwarves like a raging wind.

And so they charged, detoured, turned, rallied...... Row upon row, repeating the process without stopping, passing through the line of the dwarven phalanx,

Again and again, like a sharp saber, it tore through the gaps between the enemy's armor, stabbed them to the vital point, and bled them.

The sword flashes and the blood spills on the ground!

Under this uninterrupted rotational offensive, the front line of the dwarven phalanx was thrown into chaos, the formation was torn apart, and it was not even possible to organize any effective resistance.

"See, how's it going?!"

On the edge of the battlefield, an excited Salika glanced at the black-haired wizard beside her with wide eyes, as if a child was showing off his new toy, her face flushed with pride, and even the little freckles on her cheeks looked very playful:

"The overlord of the steppe will always be our Boi people - and this is the way our Boi people fight!"

"Indeed... It deserves to be the famous scimitar offensive. Loren, who was a little distracted, casually responded, his eyes glancing at the battlefield on the other side, where the battle was gradually coming to an end.

Compared to the elite centaur warriors, the nascent "Duke's Guard" was too immature, and if it weren't for the arrogance of these centaurs, who actually rushed to the front with a scattered formation, instead of rounding around like the Boi hussars, I am afraid that the total annihilation would be their only fate.

But it wasn't that that caught Loren's attention.

Just then... Although it was difficult to detect, there was indeed a strong void reaction that could not have been caused by a low-level alchemical creation like a fire initiator.

What's going on, could it be that there are one or two wizards mixed in this group of centaurs?

If this is the case, then they should have been exposed a long time ago, and it is impossible for them to drag on until now... Maybe I'm wrong, right?

Loren could only guess like this, Salika on the side didn't notice the change in his expression, and was still showing off excitedly: "How about it, envy, want to put it?"

"Well, I want to want to. Loren didn't say a word.

"Want... That's easy to do. The braid girl licked the corners of her mouth, and the corners of her mouth cracked with a smile: "Marry me, and the entire big green sea will be yours!"

"Well, that's that...... Huh?!"

The instinctive reaction allowed Loren to dodge the "sneak attack" of the Le Maiden - of course, the arm that reached over to hook his neck dodged, but did not dodge the elbow blow that was crashing into him.

"Bang ——!"

"Huh?!"

Looking at the black-haired wizard who was covering his nose and frowning, Salika's face was full of disappointment: "You guy, are you going to give up?"

Poof——!

Loren shuddered and his nose spurted!

"The beginning, the beginning of chaos and the end of abandonment?!"

"Didn't you? you just said you were going to marry me......" Salika's eyes rolled, and she suddenly grinned, revealing a very sly expression:

"Hey, you say... Guess what would happen if I told the countess of the Red Blood Castle about this—then again, you're already Duke Byrne, so you'll have taken her down a long time ago, right?"

Loren, who was full of black lines, only felt a murderous chill behind him!

"Or, I can tell me about the cute little angel Ain... Alas, the thought of hurting cutie's fragile heart makes me a little unbearable. ”

"There's a virtuous helper at home, and there's a little cutie like Ain by my side...... Ahh

"......" Loren didn't know what to say.

Only Salika next to her laughed and gritted her teeth with a jealous expression on her face... There was a jovial atmosphere in the air.

At the same time, the front of the dwarven phalanx had been completely thrown into disarray, and the Boi hussars who had seized the opportunity had unsheathed their sabers and began to attack the first line of dwarven defense from the direction of the two flanks.

But the silent dwarves remained silent, holding their ground like a bulky fortress, even if they were to meet the sabers of the hussars rather than take a step back.

It was clear that it was on the side that was passively beaten, but it did not reduce any panic in the slightest, and the momentum of fighting to the death even made the hussars almost bite and could not get out several times, and they were not able to go further after tearing through the defensive line.

Of course, if they continue to fight like this, no matter how desperately the dwarves fight, they will not be able to reverse the situation in front of them, and they will lose the last mobile strength after losing the centaurs, and it is only a matter of time before they are defeated.

It's still the same eternal topic - on the steppe, no matter how powerful the infantry is, it can never be the opponent of a cavalry.

But Salika clearly didn't want to drag it out any longer... Or that they don't want to watch the elite hussars under their command anymore, increasing casualties in this senseless battle.

With a long horn, the hussars spread out to both flanks, continuing to harass the dwarves' already disorganized line with bows and spears as they moved out of the way.

Sarika Jonah, who was squinting, could no longer see the slightest smile on her face, and with a "huh!" she pulled out her saber and raised it behind her.

In response to her, there were more than 2,000 heavily armored knights, armed with spears, neatly dressed in heavy armor - the top combat power of the Great Green Sea, and the silver-armored horsemen in sharp armor.

They will use the most direct way to completely crush the dwarves' last desperate fight!

"Kill ——!!!!"