What is war?

War is conquest, war is killing!

War, it's me!

The armored Darius calmly watched the aristocratic coalition in the distance, the black and oppressive soldiers were nothing more than a flock of lambs to the slaughter, and no one could stop the advance of Noxus.

A moist and cold wind blew across the plains, a banner as bright as blood pierced the sky, and the pale double-edged axe emblem seemed to come to life, flashing with cold and cold light.

When the first rays of dawn crossed the cavalry arrays of red-hot blood and icy steel, illuminating the sky, it was time for battle.

"Noxus!" Darius raised his black battle axe, his dark eyes full of enemies.

Wow!

The neat and uniform action of the cavalry spear sounded, the black heavy cavalry gun was held flat on his chest, and under the face armor, the eyes of every Noxian Imperial cavalryman were full of indifference and determination.

The hour of glory is coming!

Like the flag flying at the top, it is the glory of the Noxian Empire, representing the invincible Noxians.

"Kill!"

The black battle axe made a clear trace, rippling in the air, and Darius took the lead, charging at the forefront, his scarlet cloak like a dancing red elf, pulling out a dazzling glow.

"Kill!"

Exhilarating shouts and roars echoed outside the town of Irwindale, and the Noxian Imperial cavalry followed Darius in a war charge.

The sound of horses' hooves shook the plain like thunder, and fine grass and tiny dust floated from the ground.

Buzzing! Buzzing! Buzzing!

A dense rain of arrows filled the canopy under dawn, obscuring the sky and the ground, and then rained down on the pitch-black array of Noxian Imperial cavalry.

The sharp arrows pierced through the fine armor with the force of their fall, and death came, but it could not shake the Noxian mentality.

From the charge, glory is upon you, and death is abandoned.

The crimson warhorse's gasping continued, the hard hooves of the horses trampled over the corpses of their companions, and the Noxian Imperial cavalry tightened their grip on their heavy cavalry spears, and their indifferent eyes were gradually dyed red by killing,

The corresponding pikemen of the aristocratic coalition army held their ground in the face of the fearless charge of the heavy cavalry, and their sharp spears pierced the sky.

However, when the distance of the Noxian Imperial cavalry approached 500 meters, the deafening sound of horses' hooves roared in their ears, and their inner emotions appeared in their eyes and faces like irrepressible.

Hold on, or retreat?

Death, or survival?

At a distance of 300 meters, these pikemen seemed to be out of their control, frequently looking behind them, hoping to see something, such as a commander's orders or their own cavalry.

Alas, nothing!

When they could clearly see the heavy cavalry in full armor, the fear of death came to their hearts, their pale faces were covered with sweat, and some of the pikemen couldn't help but retreat.

This is normal, in the face of death, everyone's choice is different, but the neat and orderly formation is concave and flawed, and the sharp spear formation is missing a sharp corner.

Rumble!

Darius took the lead and rushed into the array of pikemen, his black battle axe marking a semicircle, instantly crushing all the enemies in front of him, and the blood poured like watering the verdant grassland.

Behind them, the Trefalli legionnaires and the Noxian Imperial cavalry also brazenly charged into the enemy array, their sharp heavy cavalry spears taking away one life after another.

The killing is on!

Even a hard spear could not stop the slaughter of the Noxian soldiers, and the path of the charge was covered with flesh and bones, paving the way for glory.

Especially when the heavy cavalry was galloping, even if it was just a gentle grip on the heavy cavalry spear, it would be like a rock sugar gourd stringing up four or five cold corpses.

It's the power of inertia and power!

It's deadly power!

Just once, under the leadership of Darius, the Noxian Imperial cavalry chiseled through the pikemen, and countless noble coalition troops died under the sharp cavalry spears, including the archers behind the array, who were taken care of by the Noxians.

In a single face, this group of archers was almost completely wiped out, and a large number of archers wearing chain mail were mercilessly pierced through their bodies, and their extremely twisted bodies revealed their white bones.

This is the heavy cavalry, the well-deserved king of the plains war.

With one more charge, this noble coalition will be divided, slowly eaten away by cavalry, and even on the verge of collapse.

.....................

"Damn, damn it, have these noble commanders been hollowed out by wine?" Viscount O'Neill looked at the coalition of nobles that was about to collapse at the touch of a button, and burst out with a rather rare foul mouth, his pale hair dancing in the wind.

This was in contrast to the assurances of the nobles before the war, who swore to him that the pikemen and archers would do enough damage to the heavy cavalry and hold back the enemy for the heavy cavalry.

What now?

It was an infantry array of nearly 1,000 men, and it was so routed under the enemy's heavy cavalry, which was less than 600 men, that it could not even organize a little effective resistance.

"Bennett!" Viscount O'Neill took a deep breath, old age is not a reflection of age, and the experience given by time.

He slowly lifted his silver cane, turned his head to look at his side, and his wrinkled face repeated its composure: "The Craigie family needs this victory!" ”

"Follow your will!" Bennett Craigie raised the gray blade in his hand and said firmly.

Grabbing the reins, Bennett rode to the front of the Craigie heavy cavalry line, and he looked to the other side, a group of embarrassed silver hussars, numbering less than a hundred.

"Barrett, I don't think you have lost the courage to fight, have you?" Bennett said softly, an inexplicable glint flashed in his cyan eyes, he knew very well the situation of Baron Barrett now, this was the right opportunity.

Longing, but entangled, tangled in the face of death!

In fact, Barrett looked at the outstanding heir of the Craigie family in front of him, Lord Bennett, and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes (the hierarchy between the nobles is strict), and then hid it well, just because of the opportunity thrown by the other party, so that he had hope again.

"Of course, the glory of Barrett's hussars remains!"

Sonorous!

Bennett swung his gray blade and immediately pointed at the heavy cavalry in the distance. "So, let's once again launch a fearless charge towards victory!"

Whining! Whining! Whining!

The rhythmic sound of bull horns blew over the plains, as if to awaken the sleeping beast and herald the arrival of bloody war.

Heavy cavalry VS heavy cavalry!

A duel that belongs to the kings of the plains!