Amid the earth-shattering sound of horses' hooves, the sand on the ground began to shake slightly.

It sounds like the whole world is collapsing.

In the light of the fire, the shadows of the cavalry on the sand dunes were scattered, and countless hooves struck the sand, bringing a dull roar that filled the ear drums, making it almost impossible for Tails to hear even the nearest speech.

They rushed towards the small camp of the caravan.

Getting closer.

"No, no, no," the owner of the caravan, Tom Ding seemed to be frightened, he looked at the group of orcs who stopped in front of him, looked at the Crackstone tribes who were desperately fleeing behind him, and finally turned his head to look at the star cavalry sweeping across the mountains and fields in his field of vision, and muttered to the six gods: "We ...... We ......"

The other merchants were not far behind him, and some even wept in fear.

"Dean, we're caught in the middle!"

The distracted Tails was pulled back to reality by the female captain's words, and looked at the fierce and murderous cavalry line rushing in the name of his father in the distance, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Obviously, this is not the best moment to smile and wave and then "hello comrades".

After all, he didn't have four legs.

"They're charging!"

Under the hooves and war cries of horses, Luisa's expression was eager and hoarse: "We can't survive!"

The captives panicked.

"The desert god is above...... a merchant shuddered as he looked at the approaching cavalry, speechless with fright.

"No, no," Tom Ding crouched down, cowering and crying, "We're going to die...... We're going to die...... And my cargo......"

"Damn fatty, you fucking stand up for me and shut up!" the bald mercenary dragged Tom Ding up from the ground and angrily interrupted the caravan master's discrete impromptu speech.

Hoofs rumbled, and the ground trembled.

More and more of the cavalry were faintly discernible in the light of the fire.

The dozen or so orcs in their path let out a frenzied roar, rubbing their blades in their hands, ready to intercept them desperately.

"Their target is the orc......"

Dean's expression had never been more solemn, his gaze roaming back and forth between the orcs and star cavalry facing each other, his eyes like iron: "As long as we can find cover and avoid their first wave of onslaught......"

The old hammer coughed, "Also, don't forget the orcs who are fleeing for their lives, the army of the stars will not let them go, and we have to stay away from their pursuit route!"

McGee spat out a bloody tooth and pointed to a remote sand dune on the left side of the camp: "There!"

"Good!" Dean's eyes lit up, and he took a step and kicked away a box that stood in his way, "Everyone, follow me!

The female mercenary captain gritted her teeth and followed closely behind Dean: "Go!"

A group of captives were embarrassed to use their hands and feet in the sand, and ran away in a panic.

Behind their flanks, more than twenty orc interceptors were getting closer and closer to the cavalry.

The captives finally took refuge under the dunes on the side of the battlefield, and they threw themselves down, covering themselves from the sight of the cavalry, and relenting a little.

Tails slid down the dunes with the others, then rolled over and climbed two more steps, revealing half of his head in Dean's presence, nervously but shockedly watching the cavalry rushing down from the dunes and taking up most of his vision.

"At least a hundred horsemen," on the other side, the old hammer didn't seem to be in good condition, he leaned on the fast rope with a pale face and gasped, but his eyes were still sharp when he looked at the battlefield: "And there are almost twenty crow sentry light horsemen inside, which is not common." ”

It feels like an army.

Tails clenched his palms and said silently.

In the distance, the war chief Kandar and his more than a hundred men galloped in the opposite direction where the cavalry appeared, getting farther and farther away from their broken companions.

"More than a hundred ......" Kuairope asked suspiciously, he looked at the group of fleeing orcs, "But those gray bastards also have one or two hundred people, with their strength of one to ten...... Why run away?"

The old hammer shook his head, but did not speak.

"Whatever it is," the merchant Tom Ding interrupted the rope that was about to open his mouth to ask, and he patted his chest in disbelief, "Anyway, the bastards escaped...... That's a good thing. ”

Right now.

"Cleary!"

The roar of the Bloodsred rang out from the other side of the battlefield, in the ranks of the fleeing!

The captives turned their heads and looked to the right, at the Broken Stones tribe as they retreated.

Tails' eyes froze.

"Poof...... Puff ......"

On the other side of the battlefield, the roaring hooves of horses sounded in the shadows of the fire, followed by countless shouts of killing.

"Oh my god, that's ......" McGee's eyes widened in disbelief.

Strange and swift figures appeared in front of everyone's eyes, the hooves of the horses under the seats broke through the darkness, and the armor on their bodies was cold and bright.

Cavalry.

The second cavalry.

They are like deadly killers who have been waiting for a long time, suddenly appearing from the shadows, and rushing towards the fugitives unstoppably!

"Bastards!"

A cold shout rang out from the new cavalry: "Do you like surprises?"

In the face of the sudden arrival of the enemy, the roar of the Kandal Warlord became more and more urgent, and the fleeing orcs had to slow down and regroup.

The old hammer looked at this strange army solemnly.

These new cavalrymen galloped freely, but the sound of hooves was louder and heavier than that of the cavalry of the Croma family, and their equipment was more uniform, and they all carried an awe-inspiring murderous aura all over their bodies.

"Outflank!"

"The cavalry of the Croma family is only a long pole that chases rabbits, and is responsible for driving the enemy into the pocket, and the cavalry sneak attack on this side is the real trap," the veteran of the stars sighed, "They must have laid out their tactics and formations in advance. ”

"It's not the same. Dean snapped.

Faced with the doubts of the others, Dean pointed to the new group of cavalry: "Look at the flag. ”

Tails narrowed his eyes in confusion and unleashed his hellish senses to see the battle flags fluttering in the midst of the cavalry.

Really.

That's not a one-winged crow.

Rather, it was a flag that Tails didn't recognize: the pattern on the flag looked from a distance like a few bright stars, hazy in a cloud of foggy dust.

"Stardust Battle Banner!"

The old hammer said in surprise, "It's the Stardust Guard!"

As soon as this remark came out, many people were shocked.

"...... at Camp Bladefang Stardust Guards?" Luisa asked, frowning.

Tails looked at the others in bewilderment.

The old hammer nodded.

"Look closely, their horses are different from the Cromar family's, they are not the dwarf horses of the Western Wilderness, they are taller, bigger, heavier," the veteran carefully observed the new cavalryman, "It is a hybrid of the Northland horse and the plains horse, and it is also more impactful and explosive. ”

"This group of cavalry is a standing army that has been stationed on the western front and is directly under the royal family. ”

"Baron Williams' Stardust Guard. ”

A standing army of the royal family?

Tails' eyes lit up.

That is, this group of people can be trusted...... Right?

"Thank you to the desert god, thank you to the sunset, thank you to the bright moon, thank you to the dark night, thank you to the kings of the Star Kingdom......" Tom Ding patted his heart, and he burst into tears: "I know that since my great-ancestor served the 'virtuous monarch', our family has been loyal to the Star Kingdom for generations, and fate will not let us die here......"

Everyone pouted and did not answer.

But the old hammer frowned slightly.

"Unbelievable, the Baron's Stardust Guard and the Cromar Family's Levy Army ......"

"It's definitely going to be a big operation...... This is the first time I've seen these two groups of people who don't like each other go on a journey together since the Desert War......" muttered the old hammer.

Tails frowned slightly.

"But that's an orc! a grey bastard that can't be killed!"

Fastrope counted the number of people and asked in surprise, "I've counted, this group of newcomers...... What kind of guards are the stars, there are only dozens of people in total, and they can really take advantage of them rushing in like this?"

As he spoke, the cavalry of the Stardust Guard was like a sharp knife, mercilessly piercing into the flank of the fugitives!

They were confronted earlier than their counterparts from the Cromar family.

The question of the fast rope was answered immediately.

Tails saw that a dozen orcs at the back had formed the first line of defense among the fugitives, and they turned sideways to avoid the collision, while their shields and weapons were steadily raised, and their muscles and tendons were puffed up, ready to stop the rushing horses.

The cavalry at the front came to them in an instant, meeting their blades.

The prince held his breath.

He expected to see cavalry and orcs going head-to-head, but he was wrong.

In the next second, with a piercing sound, dozens of tiny black shadows rushed out from among the cavalry, and instantly disappeared into the formation of the orcs!

"Whoosh-whoosh!"

As the orcs cursed and screamed in pain, two of the dozen orcs bent down in pain, and the ranks of the fugitives were suddenly in chaos!

"Cavalry crossbow!"

The old hammer exclaimed, "Sure enough, it's the Stardust Guard, this kind of weapon can only be ...... the elite cavalry tear through the enemy formation."

Before he could finish his sentence, the cavalry of the Stardust Guard threw away their crossbows and stepped on their stirrups, roaring their swords and spears out of their sheaths!

They were in close combat with the orcs, but they still didn't have the hard-fought battles that Tails had imagined.

The first orc swung his axe with both hands and slashed at the first knight who rushed at him.

The sound of the axe broke through the air, but the knight calmly steered his horse and stabbed the spear in his hand in an instant.

The light of the axe and the shadow of the spear intertwined in the air.

"Whew!"

The horses swept past the orc's side with incredible speed and angle.

The knight walked away and never looked back.

The big axe slashed into the sand.

The orc looked back in disbelief and looked down at his chest: a broken spear head, piercing his ribcage from front to back, staining his armor red.

The badly wounded orc roared in grief, and the power of the previous death flooded through his body.

Enraged, it turned to find its next target, only to find it in despair: the human knights turned like a swarm of bees under orders, and like a wave on a reef, they instantly diverted and galloped away from either side of the opponent, not confronting it, nor paying attention to its weak cry.

"Poof...... Puff ......"

The horses' hooves rolled by, and the orc's fingers could only skim the air weakly.

The next moment, it fell to its knees, its body permanently buried in the sand.

It's not the only one.

Not far away, an orc faced the knight who rushed with a sword, roared and raised his shield, and exerted his strength at the waist!

"Bell!"

Occupying the superior strength and body of the orc, it just shook its feet, and it carried this heavy blow fiercely!

But before it could fight back, the second knight swept over the other side of the orc.

The cold light flashed.

The saber in his hand slashed lightly through the orc's unprotected neck.

"Uhhh

In an earth-shattering howl, blood spurted out of the orc's neck, and the shield fell to the ground.

"Idiot. The knight's disdain mingled with the sound of hooves, and only then reached its ears.

Such scenes abound in the first round of cavalry onslaught:

Some orc warriors died in a tricky dash, others were slashed several times by the cavalry that swept at high speed and eventually bled to death, there were also skilled orcs who struggled to parry several knights only to be caught by the next enemy who always appeared around and cut their heads open, some orcs swung their axes frantically with great momentum, but only made the never-ending cavalry more sensible to avoid its edge, and still others stood staggered in place after a round of impact, looking at their comrades everywhere and screaming in grief。

More and more orcs were wounded and bleeding, and after a futile rage, they fell to the ground.

Everywhere the horse's hooves went, all that was left was blood.

The voice of the Kandal Warlord shook the sky, but it could not prevent his men from dying.

The captives who were hiding on the side were dumbfounded.

"See? That's the answer," said the old hammer, shaking his head, "and we can't even fight one of their little fingers when we stand on the ground with two feet." ”

"But when you put on the stirrups, get in the saddle, and charge forward with a seven-hundred-pound mount, everything changes—the field of vision widens, the weapons become longer, and the world becomes smaller. ”

"Even once invincible opponents have inevitably weakened. ”

"Even if it's an orc. ”

Fast rope stared intently and seemed to forget to answer.

"Elite, the Stardust Guards are rare elites, don't forget that," McGee snorted coldly: "They are one ...... in a hundred"

The old hammer shook his head and coughed heavily: "Don't forget...... Ahem...... They are not facing the sand thieves who are about to collapse and the exiles who protect their lives, but the terrifying forces in the great desert, the elite warriors of the Fractured Stone tribe under the throne of the dragon wreck, they are also elite soldiers, collective action, disciplined legionnaires who are not lost to the stars, and who regard death as if they were home, comparable to the heroic warriors of the Northland. ”

McGee turned his head away and stopped talking.

Tails listened carefully to their conversation.

In this way, the Stardust Guards, who rushed at high speed with horsepower, inexorably tore through the first layer of defense hastily assembled by the orcs.

They also didn't care if there were survivors in the first round of shock, and went straight to the ranks of the fugitives.

In the midst of the chaos, Kandal's roar was heard again.

The second layer of defense was formed: a dozen orcs with long contradictory cards in their hands stood together roaring, looking out for each other, covering the flanks of their companions.

Seeing the cavalry approaching, the orcs shouted in unison, and at the command of a scarred leader, they raised their shields in response to the enemy, and raised their spears to stab out.

However, the knight leader who rushed towards it just looked at the opponent's spear array, frowned, and gave a whistle.

In the next second, the cavalry turned sideways in unison, lifted the reins and turned, bypassing the enemy formation from both sides, and giving up the confrontation with the formation.

The scarred orc roared wildly, as if not angry at the evasion and cowardice of its opponents.

But the offensive did not end.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded again, and this time the attack did not come from the front: a group of cavalry bypassed the defensive line, gathered on both sides and turned, and rushed to the unprotected flanks and even the rear of the orc formation!

"On the battlefield, when you have every extra leg than the enemy," the old hammer under the dunes sighed, "you have one more choice." ”

"Hula—"

The scarred orc roared in rage, struck away the oncoming cavalry swords, and the force of his opponent dismounted.

But then, a sword striking from the side cut off its head.

Swords and swords, blood splattered.

The orcs who stood with it also had an unsightly end: they either died from a flank attack or were pierced in the back by a cold sword and spear, while those who turned to respond to the flanking attack were stabbed in the throat in an undefended frontal direction, and even those who survived often fell to the ground in the next attack when the cavalry reorganized.

The second layer of orc defense, which had been attacked from many sides, collapsed instantly.

Tails watched the scene in disbelief.

He still remembers the attack on the caravan: screams and fights, the enemy swooped in from all directions, the force was almost unstoppable, the sharp blades tore through the bodies of their comrades, and people fell at every moment, blood and death followed.

At that time, he wielded his shield and long sword, endured panic and panic, resisted the continuous attacks of the orcs, but could only fall to the ground weak in despair and pain.

But now, the orcs, the horrible tribal warriors who made him feel uneasy, were the ones who had been beaten to the point of being helpless.

Now, it is their turn to be frightened, confused, and panicked, to face the ubiquitous blades, to experience the death of their companions and the strength of their enemies in fear and anger.

After this round of assault, the cavalry of the Stardust Guard cut diagonally through the ranks of the fugitives, and before more orcs could move forward to close in, they rode out of enemy lines.

They galloped some distance, reined in the reins, turned the horses, regrouped, and rushed out of the highway again, and fought back into the formation.

Sprint, attack, disengage, turn back, sprint again, attack again, the cycle is repeated over and over again by a human cavalry of less than a hundred men.

They are like sharp knives, stabbing out again and again, retracting, and stabbing again, bringing a new round of bloody rain and harvesting the lives of the orcs.

The captives forgot to breathe when they saw it.

Kandal's roar was even more rapid and poignant.

"On the chessboard," Dean lamented, "chariots and knights are often darlings. ”

The others turned to look at him.

Dean shook his head slowly: "Because in the same round, they take the farthest steps." ”

"Look!"

McGee, the barren man who had been staring at the battlefield, let out a low shout: "The Croma family!"

The captives turned their heads.

On the other side of the battlefield, more than 20 strong orcs who had been left behind at the beginning finally met the Croma family and the cavalry that rushed down from the sand dunes.

Unexpectedly, compared to the light and agile light cavalry of the previous Raven Whistle, the Stardust Guards rushed back and forth, and the Croma family chose a completely different strategy.

At some point, the cavalry of the Raven Sentry Light Cavalry had long since bypassed the interceptors, and the front row of the cavalry was replaced by heavy armor soldiers, heavily armored knights, with fierce one-winged crows painted on their shields and vests, stepping on the sand and dust, and rolling in.

Majestic, imposing.

Meet more than twenty orc warriors with the same muscle knots and armor, and at first glance they are born to intercept!

Luisa narrowed her eyes: "No...... They're going to ......"

Dean nodded, his face solemn: "Heavy cavalry charge." ”

"Obviously, the one-winged crow doesn't want to waste time. ”

Tails' eyes widened.

That's right.

Impact.

Hard to hard, iron to iron, face to face, no dodge, no fancy impact!

With a shout, the heavy cavalry in the first row lowered their spears in unison.

The broken orcs turned sideways, pressed their shoulders against their shields, drew their knives in their hands, and prepared to fight back.

Finally.

"Bang!"

With a terrifying bang, the spears of the heavy cavalry slammed into the shields of the orcs!

The snapping of spears, the shattering of shields, the cries of pain of orcs, and the cursing of humans all resounded in an instant, and the chaos was incomparable.

Tails' face was shocked, he once again witnessed the unparalleled power of the orcs: in the front, a hideous orc with a face was holding a shield with all his strength, his muscles and bones protruding, stepping on the sand in a desperate roar, and retreating three steps in a row, not only resisting the impact of the heavy cavalry, but also exerting his strength in his waist and abdomen, and overturning the heavy cavalry and the horse on the opposite side to the ground!

This force ......

The prince understood: there was a reason why Kandal had left this elite team behind.

But that's the end of their show.

The next moment, the orc, who had overturned his opponent under the surprised gaze of his captive, had just raised his head, and the second heavy cavalry crossed the horse on the ground, and the spear slammed into its shoulder!

"Bang!"

In the loud noise, the orc at the end of the crossbow could no longer bear it, and its body was crooked, and it watched the heavy cavalry roar away.

The third heavy cavalry rushed mercilessly, striking it in the chest without any deviation.

In the terrible crash, the orc who had just broken through the enemy was like a sandbag that could be hammered, and its huge body flew backwards.

It fell to the ground, coughing up two mouthfuls of blood in agony, unable to get up.

The orcs don't have to worry about it soon.

"Boom—"

After a second, the fourth, fifth, and sixth ...... Countless heavy cavalry rolled forward with unstoppable iron hooves.

One by one, the horse's hooves mercilessly stepped on the orc lying on the ground, and in the chilling crash, it smashed its bones, muscles, and internal organs one after another......

Crush the pride of the orcs.

The dying orcs didn't even have a chance to get up, so they drowned in the endless sea of heavy horses.

It is a microcosm of the more than twenty orc interceptors: orc warriors who have just looked at death as if they were at home, and under the impact of heavy horses, they are like waves drowning in the sea, throwing them into the sand of the desert.

Without a trace, without a sound.

As the Croma family ordered before the charge:

Not a single one is left.

(End of chapter)