In the vast green sea, a flag was raised abruptly, accompanied by the sound of horses' hooves shaking the earth, densely packed, and the "black dots" reflecting the sunlight filled the blank horizon.

Any centaur, especially the Bailang Banner centaurs who have sunk into the sand under the Thousand Tent City, and nearly 10,000 people have stained the river with blood, will never forget this flag.

Gold lion on black background.

After the two Counts of Mountain Rock Castle, Angit and Salika, held back the main force of the White Wave Banner, Loren finally found an opportunity to detour behind the enemy's back, and a thousand Byrne knights appeared outside the barren hill camp as if from the sky.

The scorching sun hung high over the dome, uncomparably dazzling.

"Duke, what are you looking at?"

Ranmaros, Earl of Lake City, looked curiously at the black-haired wizard with an expressionless face and a distant view of the sky.

"The sun. Loren's eyes narrowed into a slit and replied nonchalantly.

"The sun?"

"Just kidding. Loren suddenly shrugged and chuckled, "Are you ready?"

"Anytime. Lanmaros replied hurriedly, his angry eyes fixed on the commotion in the distance:

"I can't wait!"

The shiny twin spears hung down on the sides of the saddle, and the trembling tips proved that what he said was not a lie.

Loren curled the corners of his mouth and looked up again, the midday sun was indeed extremely dazzling, but the real most dazzling time was the sun around two o'clock in the afternoon.

At that time, the sun overhead will be "thrown" behind him, and the white wave flag that is fighting with him will have to launch a counterattack against the sun.

How do you say that sentence - running in the sunset that day is my youth that will eventually pass away?

Anyway, when this fight is over, the centaurs on the other side don't have to worry about such philosophical issues anymore... The black-haired wizard who was thinking wildly reaffirmed the cloudless dome above his head and the scorching sun hanging high.

Well... A quarter of an hour is still missing.

Taking a long and deep breath, he pressed the hilt of the "Dawn" sword, and the shiny Mithril blade made a pleasant sound.

"Charge. Turning his head, Loren glanced at Lanmaros: "This time it's not for anything else, for Bosival." ”

"For Bosival. Lanmaros was shocked, and his eyes shrank:

"Rush ——————!!!!"

The shouts sounded like a tidal wave, and the Byrne Knights, who were lined up in a tight and thin line, kicked up the billowing smoke like a monstrous wave, and rushed towards the camp of the White Wave Banner without warning.

At this moment, the White Wave Banner centaurs in the camp were completely panicked - most of the elites were pinned down on the frontal battlefield, and there were only a few elites left in the camp except for the old and weak.

They couldn't have imagined that a two-legged cavalry would appear behind them?!

"They're charging!"

Facing the muffled thunderous sound of horses' hooves in the distance, the pale-faced centaur warrior roared and shouted, "They're coming!"

The stunned White Wave Banner, who had narrowly escaped the remnants of the Boi Hussars in the night of fighting in the Thousand Tent City, was now stunned, and the dull sound of vibration made it impossible for him to hear the shouts in the camp at all.

Hoofs roared, and the earthquake trembled.

Not from two hundred paces away, but now charging at him, rushing towards himself.

Why are these two-legged men here, aren't they still stuck on the battlefield?!

"They're coming!"

The heart-rending and screaming guards finally woke up their stunned companions: "They're about to rush up, what should we do?!"

"Counterattack, counterattack! The warriors of the White Wave Banner, assemble and kill all the two-legged men——!" The warrior of the White Wave Banner, who finally came to his senses, shouted loudly, desperately brandishing the blood-stained long-handled axe in his hand:

"Kill the two-legged ——————!!!!"

In the midst of a wave of bloody shouts, the centaur tribes of the entire camp finally stopped their panic and began to gather in the direction of Loren's attack - not only the young and strong, but even the women, children, and old men in the White Wave Banner took up their weapons, screaming and following behind the centaur warriors.

Excluding the main force of the White Wave Banner that was fighting with Byrne's army, counting the women and children and the remaining elite, Basayer still had 3,000 troops in his hands, and his troops were three times that of Loren.

His guards, in particular, wore heavy peaked helmets, dwarven-style fish-scale armor from head to tail, and their axes and throwing spears were replaced with heavy spears that resembled Byrne's cavalry.

These equipment were "scavenged" by Basaye from Chakar of the Red Flame Banner - the Centaur Great Khan strictly forbade the distribution of iron armor and heavy spears to the centaur tribe of the "Lower Four Banners", and all the equipment obtained was only available to the "Upper Four Banners".

The five hundred centaur guards at the front of the military formation are the most critical hole card in Basaiye's hand, and they are also the foundation of the White Wave Banner.

To be on the safe side, the most elite guards took the initiative to stand in the first row, with elite centaur warriors on the flanks, followed by women, children, and the old and weak.

The samurai of the White Wave Banner are shrewd, and they have seen how powerful the two-legged heavy knight charge is... But as long as the elite guards in the first row can stop them, the men in the back row can drown them with a steady stream of charges.

They didn't think that the thin cavalry of the two-legged men could tear their defenses apart... Even if a handful of two-legged cavalry dodged the first charge, killing them would only take a little more effort.

And the Byrne knights, who thundered in the silence, were still accelerating, constantly approaching, shortening the distance between the two sides.

After the "dressing" of the Thousand Tent City, in order to adapt to the battle of the Great Green Sea, the Byrne knights basically changed their mounts to Boi war horses.

Compared to the Byrne horses, which emphasize explosiveness and short sprints, the Poi's mounts focus more on endurance and agility - they can carry heavier equipment, and can have plenty of physical strength even when running long distances without eating or drinking.

This means that the original charge distance of 200 paces can be extended to 500 paces away, or launch a surprise attack without warning within 100 paces, which is absolutely impossible for the Byrne War Horse to do.

For the Byrne Knights, though, this wasn't something they needed to care about;

There is always one thing they need to care about.

"Shield ——!!!!"

A heart-rending roar burst out of Lanmaros's throat.

The expressionless Byrne knights held their shields in front of them, and in the dazzling sunlight, a silver light shimmered.

"Raise the gun ——!!!!"

Rulin's spears are raised horizontally, and colorful swallow-tailed flags are swept behind the tips of their spears in a hurricane, emitting a piercing screech.

Two hundred steps... For the Byrne knights in the charge, the enemy was already standing before them.

"Kill the two-legged ——————!!!!"

The roaring centaur warriors brandished their axes like red-eyed gamblers, and the three thousand centaurs in a chaotic formation charged across the line, swooping down like a storm on the thin Byrne knights.

The magnificent knights, like two unstoppable monstrous waves, exploded with bursting thunder, unstoppable and unstoppable pounced on each other from the front.

There were no detours, no maneuvers, no deflections, or any tactics that showed the difference in cavalry—spear raised, charging at the other side, and the one still alive between the horses' hooves was the final victor.

Face to face, hard to face... This is how cavalry against cavalry fights.

One hundred paces, both sides had reached the shortest distance of the charge, completing the final acceleration;

Fifty steps, for a moment, both sides could even see each other's hideous faces.

All the Byrne knights held their breath and desperately clamped the hilt of their guns, and even the most excited Earl of Lake, Ranmaros, had a nervous expression on his face, and his hands holding two spears, one long and one short, trembled slightly.

At that moment, the warriors of the White Wave Banner saw the "devil" wielding a two-handed sword under the golden lion on a black background;

At that moment, they really saw a hideous "smile" on his face;

That moment...... Blinding sunlight suddenly flashed from behind the two-legged cavalry, staining their vision white, and suddenly they could see nothing;

In the silence of the battlefield, not a single sound can be heard.