The sky is clear, the sun is shining, and the horizon where the big green sea meets the sky is so clearly visible.

In the open grassland, a large caravan of caravans marched slowly, and centaur warriors wielding spears and axes passed by on both sides of the caravan, rolling up large clouds of smoke and dust;

Heavily armed, with only half of their faces leaking out of their leather armor, the dwarven hoplites stood shoulders with halberds and iron shields, and crossbows on their backs, like small steel fortresses, in front and rear, shouldering the task of escorting the convoy.

The sound of heavy iron boots, the roaring hooves of horses, the creaking of bearings...... Together, the "wheels" that formed this huge convoy crawled like obsessive monsters on the flat grass.

Aru twitched his nose and looked at the line behind him, his eyes filled with boredom.

A noble warrior like him who had never had to do such lowish work as escorting the baggage before, it was all the drudgery of "lowering the four banners"; they only needed to charge on the battlefield and protect the Great Khan.

But now the king's tent has "changed the sky" - Chakar of the Red Flame Banner, this is rumored to be a miscellaneous piece of the Red Flame Banner and a lowly race born to his own two-legged female slave, somehow suddenly became the Great Khan of the Four Hoofers.

Aruhu used to be just a guard, but he could also "feel" that Chakar, a lowly species, was humiliating and suppressing their warriors in the Sky Banner so that his Red Flame Banner could take power.

The centaur warriors around him were also tired, and their eyes were full of irritable tyranny.

They would rather be able to go to the battlefield with the army and tear one two-legged man after another to pieces... Instead of accompanying the gang of "radish heads" behind him, doing nothing, moving slowly little by little.

Especially the turnip heads, Aruhu had had enough of them—as if they were the masters of the team, and the noble four-hoofed men were just their thugs.

If it weren't for the fact that the two sides are now in an alliance, and more importantly, the Four Hoofers still need their iron armor and iron weapons, he would have been eager to kill all of these dwarfs while they were sleeping!

Of course, Aruhu would not admit that he had done this a long time ago, but he was afraid of the other party's armament and vigilance, and finally failed to succeed.

But that didn't stop him from taking all his anger out on these turnip heads, and blaming them for all the troubles during this time... And that damn Chakar bitch.

In particular, these radish heads never let them touch those baggage carts, and they were not even allowed to get close, which made Aru feel even more annoyed and suspicious.

Could it be that there is some secret here?

How can it be... Before he could think about it, Aru shook his head, it was clear that Chakar's lowly race wanted to suppress their warriors of the Sky Banner, and on the other hand, he thought that he would take all these iron armor and weapons for himself, so he made such a move, letting the lowly little man spy on their noble four-hoofed people!

Of course, Aruhu won't admit that he has thought about it more than once, but the radish heads are too closely monitored, so he has never succeeded.

But that's not the point, the point is ...... Well?

Just as he was thinking wildly, Aru suddenly narrowed his eyes, turned his gaze to the distant horizon in vigilance, raised his axe in his right hand, and swung it behind him, and the long line gradually stopped.

"Aru ......" A four-hoofed warrior immediately followed, his expression serious.

"Take a couple of warriors over and have a look, Kanda. Aru glanced at him, and the four-hoofed warrior named "Kanda" shouted and gathered a dozen centaurs and ran in the direction from which the movement came, the color of excitement in the corners of his eyes.

Not only them, but almost all of the centaur warriors showed the same expression, smirking and licking their chapped lips and letting out a creepy laugh.

It's been a suffocating time, and if you're lucky enough to bump into a two-legged settlement that happens to pass by, that's ......

"Boom ——!"

With a roar, on the horizon of the grassland, golden-red sparks suddenly rose!

In an instant, all the centaurs' eyes turned in the same direction... In the next second, I saw the centaur warrior named Kanda, who rushed to the front, wailing in the flames, and fell into the smoke and dust without panic.

The screams haven't stopped... Almost at the same time, there was a low tremor in the grasslands around the procession, and the sound of nothingness came from all directions like rolling waves.

Dull, low, scattered... But it's full of rhythm.

Aru's eyes widened suddenly, and a hint of consternation flashed across his face... Himself was surrounded.

These two-legged people didn't run when they saw the noble four-hoofed man appear, and they dared to surround themselves?!

In the next second, with Aru's angry shout, all the centaur warriors gathered one after another, rolled up a large cloud of smoke and dust in front of the convoy, stepped away from the iron hooves, and strode back and forth.

The dwarven hoplites, who did not obey Aruhu's orders, began to disperse from the front and rear towards the flanks of the convoy in an orderly manner, abandoning the carriages at the rear, and concentrating their forces on both flanks to form a line.

The halberds are like a forest, and the steel shields are a wall... Aside from its size, it was no different from the Imperial Legion, if not a little stronger—as long as there were enough cavalry to cover its flanks, the "moving steel fortress" was virtually immovable.

Of course, there would be no cavalry to cover their flanks, because Aruhu didn't care if the dwarfs lived or died, or even if the baggage could be sent to the front.

He only knows one thing now... That's to take this opportunity to have a good time!

While the centaurs were still assembling, a lone figure appeared at the end of Aruhu's line of sight.

It was a small man on a horse.

From afar, you can only see dark blue hair and two sharp blades in your hands.

He galloped on his horse, galloping wildly towards the dozen or so four-hoofed warriors who were screaming and fighting in front of him, and the whole person was almost attached to the horse's back.

Two hundred steps... For the cavalry, it was the distance of a charge, and the moment both sides raised their blades, the battle was over—life or death was a matter for the Holy Cross.

"Bell ——!"

Iron horses are staggered, sparks are flying!

At the moment when the two centaur warriors raised their spears, the small cavalry had already swooped behind them, and the short swords of their hands were staggered, disappearing from front of them.

At the same time, their own heads disappeared.

Plasma sprinkled on the ground!

In a moment of wailing, a cry of hatred came from the flanks behind him to envelop the little horseman, but he didn't even bother to turn back, and stopped his horse, the short swords of both hands flipped between his wrists, and a splash of blood fell.

At that moment, the short sword with the blood light had already come out of his hand, and at the same time it was thrown to the left and right, dragging two meteors.

"Poof——!

The centaur that had been pierced through his throat did not stop, and despite the gushing blood plasma, he continued to pounce with a long-handled axe and roar.

And the little cavalryman just didn't move, looking at them coldly.

With those silver-gray eyes.

Finally... With inertia, two centaur warriors rushed in front of him, and after leaving a long trail of blood, they finally collapsed weakly, only to let out an unwilling wail before dying.

"Ahh——!!!!h

Watching the tragic death of the noble four-hoofed men under his command, the grief-stricken Aru suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, ignoring the sound of horses' hooves that were getting closer and denser around him, and shouted and charged at the little horseman cavalry with the gathered centaurs around him!

"It's really... It's easier than you think. ”

Shaking his head, Lu Sien, with a helpless expression, pulled the short sword out of the corpse with all his might, and looked at the centaur warriors who scattered out and rushed towards him, and raised the blade in his right hand with a serious expression.

Dark shadows emerged one after another on the empty horizon.

Twenty, a hundred... Three hundred horsemen, dressed in armor, carrying two swords on their backs, with a heavy spear in their right hand, and five or six bottles of ignition on their saddles, gathered behind him.

In the next second, the gray-eyed boy raised the short sword in his hand and went straight forward with his backhand: "In the name of Loren Turin......

Duke's Guard, Offensive ——!"