For as long as Shasha could remember, he had never left the savannah in the northwestern part of the peninsula, his second home.

For countless days and nights, he always rode a horse, sang and grazed, and looked out at the horizon where the vast sky and the verdant meadows met in the distance.

Shasha could have been a happy nomad like his playmates, but he was never willing to live a life of mediocrity.

As a child who grew up on the vast grassland, the worship of heroic epics and the yearning for glorious battles have long been buried deep in Sha Xia's heart.

Now, at this very moment, Shasha has realized his dream, and at the age when his peers are still playing games, he is already in the middle of a brutal battlefield.

The barren land was trampled by the iron hooves of tens of thousands of war horses, and there were bursts of mournful roars, cannonballs ploughed deep ravines, shrapnel and incendiary bombs exploded in the air, and smoke billowed from the burning weeds.

The warriors of the steppe let out a tsunami-like cry: "Long live the emperor!" ”

Under the personal leadership of the commander of the cavalry corps, Marshal Yi Wan, the cuirassiers who rushed to the front took the lead

They numbered fifteen hundred and were well armed.

These tall men rode tall horses of steppe origin, wore heavy and thick steel cuirasses, wore feathered iron helmets, and carried heavy straight-edged sabers, and formed a dense horizontal column to launch a wall charge.

"Don't panic! Aim for their warhorses! Fire! As soon as the officer gave the order, the line infantry of the Solan Kingdom wearing red uniforms hurriedly fired a volley,

More than a dozen cuirassiers were shot and fell from their horses, and the cavalry in the rear quickly filled the positions of the dead and rushed towards the enemy with a thunderous force.

"Form a phalanx! It's too late! Move fast! ”

Although the officers in the front row were already roaring hoarsely, the soldiers of King Solan** changed formation extremely slowly, and many of them stood in place with trembling legs, as if sleepwalking.

Obviously, they had been frightened by the massive cavalry charge in front of them.

People can't think when they are terrified, and all the training they have to do against cavalry is forgotten.

A major of the Solan Kingdom Army brandished a loaded flintlock pistol and scolded:

"Fuck! You goddamn slave soldiers! Coward! Quickly form a phalanx! If nothing else, save yourselves! ”

The cuirassiers wearing silver armor were like gods, and seeing the bright sabers getting closer and closer to them, these slave soldiers who were forced to go to the battlefield as cannon fodder instantly collapsed in morale and had no intention of fighting.

A timid slave private threw down his flintlock rifle, unloaded his heavy infantry backpack and cursed: "Fuck! Damn slave owners, you want to die yourself! I'm not fucking waiting for you anymore! ”

As soon as he turned around and ran two steps, he was shot and killed by the soldiers of the Solan Kingdom Warlord's Warband, and also killed an innocent slave soldier who did not escape.

"Whoever escapes! Kill on the spot! ”

The officers of the Overseer drove the fleeing slaves back to the ranks, but they had no chance to regroup, and the Valstara heavy cavalry rushed in front of them like a wall of flesh and blood.

Everything happens in an instant.

The slave privates in the first three rows were knocked out by heavy war horses and flew several meters away before they landed, most of them were hit to the bones and tendons, and the fallen infantry was then ruthlessly trampled by the iron hooves, the bones were broken, the muscles were crushed into pulp, and the surviving infantry had to face the stabbing and slashing of heavy swords.

More than 2,000 slave infantry regiments were annihilated in an instant, and what was even more terrifying was that after mercilessly running over the flesh and blood of the slave soldiers, these fierce and powerful heavy cavalry had no intention of stopping, they continued to run over the corpses of the enemy's warlords, and then crossed the ravines and continued to advance.

The deputy commander, General Alessandro, brandished his saber and marched forward bravely, and he led the forward troops of the cavalry corps to accelerate a second time on the pile of enemy corpses, and while the enemy's morale was severely damaged, they rushed straight to the second line of infantry of the Kingdom of Solan.

In the fierce battle, Marshal Iwan's horse was stabbed to death with a bayonet, and when he remounted his spare horse, he found that he had been left behind in the rear of the forward troops.

He looked at the back of his right-hand man Alessandro and couldn't help but sigh: "Hey! Really, if I am ten years younger, I can keep up, and if I don't accept the old, the future will belong to young Rao after all. ”

At this time, Ivan suddenly remembered an important matter, and he hurriedly turned his head to look at his adopted son Sasha and adopted daughter Martha beside him.

Fortunately, the two children were safe and sound, but they were a little red and panting, and their uniforms and boots were stained with some enemy blood, because the cuirassiers had just behaved too bravely, and the two children did not encounter any danger.

The burden in Ivan's heart fell like a boulder, and his mouth muttered, "It's okay...... Fortunately, these two nasty guys have to keep up, and I have to worry about them! ”

Major Dzerchinsky gave him a thumbs up: "Lord Ivan, these two children you adopted have behaved quite bravely!" Whether it's my sister or my brother, it's all good! ”

"Gerchinsky, I'm sorry for you, and I'm distracted to take care of these two troublemakers! If they're in the way, let me know, and I'll send someone back to command right away. ”

The major hurriedly waved his hand and said: "No, Lord Ivan, these two children are by no means a burden, they can take care of themselves on the battlefield, whether it is Sasha or Martha, they are very good, but I have been watching from the sidelines, and I am willing to testify for them!"

Alright, my lord, no, I'll have to keep up! Major Dzerchinsky quickly followed up with his men and went to support Alexandro's forward troops.

The siblings who had been recognized by the adults looked very proud, especially the younger brother Shasha, who laughed so much that his snot flowed.

The boy Shasha, who was on the battlefield for the first time, behaved quite well, although he was still a little immature in riding and swordsmanship, and did not kill the enemy soldiers with his own hands, but he did a good job of covering his comrades next to him.

Unlike the knightly era, which focused on fighting alone, modern large-scale cavalry combat places more emphasis on overall coordination, and the strength of the individual becomes less important, so the performance of the young Sasha is enough to be called a passing grade.

Shasha's sister, Sister Martha, was very impressive in the charge, her iron helmet was picked off by the enemy's bayonet, her long golden hair was scattered, and her beautiful lake-blue eyes were still determined.

The young girl then stabbed the head of a warlord of the Solan Kingdom with her saber and grabbed an enemy flag, which she could exchange for a medal after the battle.