Chapter 810

Chapter 810: The Battlefield in Memory (Part Two)

In the cold morning mist, the iron hooves of the horses shattered the gravel on the ground, carrying with them the force of a high-speed charge. The red and black lances advanced through the fog like red-black lightning, piercing the soldiers in front of them. The tips of the lances tilted slightly upward, using the impact of the iron cavalry to tear their opponents apart.

These elite cavalry directly under the command of the Central Empire were each equipped with high-tier extraordinary weapons and armor, armed to the teeth. Even if some muskets were fired at them head-on, they could only produce scattered sparks, unable to stop their advance.

After charging into the city, the Blood Lance Knights divided themselves orderly into several small teams, weaving through the streets and piercing and tearing apart the anticipated Clancia soldiers. The dragged corpses left behind painted the ground crimson. They were highly professional soldiers, utterly ruthless, with iron-clad willpower, strictly adhering to discipline.

Within just ten minutes, the streets were littered with bodies, and other Clancia soldiers had no choice but to retreat and defend at some strong points, which also isolated them.

Facing this situation, Darxi was not surprised. He stood in the central square of the city and waved his hand again, signaling his subordinates to halt.

“Let the reinforcements handle the scene. The rest follow me forward.”

“Yes!” replied the messenger knight.

Immediately afterward, two black-red knights rode their warhorses to notify the auxiliary forces arriving later. Then, Darxi led the members of the Blood Lance Knights straight through the central street across the city, heading directly for the encampment outside Clancia.

Between offense and defense, these cavalry moved efficiently and orderly. An Imperial officer watching from the side couldn’t help but sigh; they truly were the brightest stars among the generals of the Empire, unmatched in commanding troops.

On the rain-soaked wilderness, these black-red cavalry trampled through the muddy grass, charging straight towards Clancia’s encampment.

Due to the previous assault, there were only a few guards inside the encampment, and the defenses were not fully prepared. No one had expected such a sudden situation. After all, half an hour ago, the city was still reporting good news, cleaning up the battlefield and preparing to take over, but everything changed so quickly.

The barricades and fences set up in front of the camp were easily trampled by these lightning-fast cavalry. Wood chips and debris flew, hitting the guards’ faces painfully. They raised their muskets to fire at the incoming enemies, but the bullets vanished into the mist without response.

Those black-red cavalry who had charged through the muddy morning fog ignored the feeble attacks, breaking through any obstacles in their path. They stepped over the obstructing corpses, their bloodstained lances tearing through the tents in the camp. Numerous support personnel were easily cut down like wheat, blood splattering in the cold wind. A large amount of supplies caught fire during the raid, sending thick smoke billowing.

In front of the command post in the center, the personal guard unit formed a steel shield wall, with lances and crystal guns poking out like porcupine quills, firing continuously.

Short bursts of flame flashed from the gun barrels, and enchanted scarlet-golden bullets struck the cavalry’s armor, leaving blossoms of blood and flame.

Unlike ordinary muskets, these personal guards had precision crystal guns made by alchemy workshops. Now, they finally caused casualties among these black-red cavalry.

However, there were too few of these crystal guns, and reloading was an issue.

After one round of firing, these swift and ruthless cavalry arrived in an instant, with Darxi leading the charge.

The extraordinary blood steel lance swung in his hands, creating a heart-stopping arc, then thrust forward. The tip of the lance bloomed like seven flowers, piercing through the obstacles ahead, slicing and piercing shields, lances, crystal guns, and bodies into pieces.

Then, the iron hooves trampled over the debris on the ground, breaking through the defensive line instantly. Taking advantage of the fact that the defending commander had not yet given orders, these powerful cavalry began a new round of slaughter.

A few breaths later, General Antal fell unwillingly in the pool of blood, still tightly gripping the hilt of his sword, but unfortunately, his neck had been pierced and he could no longer speak.

Shaking off the blood from the tip of his lance, Darxi stood in Clancia’s camp, looking back. Behind him stood a group of black-red knights who had finished clearing the area, while the ground was covered with the bodies of Clancia officers.

“Let’s go,” he mounted his horse, no longer paying attention to the dead bodies on the ground.

“Yes.”

Then, more flames ignited within the camp, and the once-crowded military camp, housing tens of thousands, was engulfed in thick smoke, drying the cold dew on the grass.

Facing these flames, this black-red cavalry prepared to set off again, heading to the next battlefield.

But at this moment, a mournful and bleak horn sounded from afar, followed by a heavy sound of hoofbeats coming from the earth beneath their feet.

Darxi looked somewhat surprised toward the other side of the wilderness, raising his hand to pause their departure plans.

“Stand by, prepare for battle.”

“Yes!”

Thousands of black-red cavalry lined up on a small hill, watching the direction from which the sounds were approaching.

Tall figures appeared in the morning mist, and among them, the scarlet banners stood out particularly.

Unlike the rose-like crimson of the Crimson Empire or the dark red of the Basca family’s red-black combination, this red seemed to be dyed with plant stems and leaves, simple and profound, possessing a wear-resistant rustic charm.

Suddenly, those figures burst through the morning mist, appearing before everyone’s eyes.

Heavy horses, each nearly two meters tall, carried armored orcs holding greataxes and halberds, with scarlet cloaks fluttering behind them, advancing through the mist and mud.

These warriors from the grasslands belonged to the Scarlet Flame Patrol Legion, modeled after the roving knights of the Mad Fang Empire, but now had a completely different look compared to the past.

To maintain peace in the grasslands and establish a new, unified, and fair order, they were elite orcs carefully selected from various tribes. While ensuring their strength, they received excellent military education, making them highly skilled in military matters.

To commemorate the great achievements of Fire Maiden Eranie, their cloaks were dyed with the roots of scarlet alfalfa, like warm and peaceful flames guarding this cold and barren world.

When this disciplined legion appeared, the morning mist seemed to ignite with flames, slowly dissipating and revealing this legion named after flames to the world.

They formed neat lines like waves, with each two-meter-tall Mil Flower heavy horse weighing nearly 900 kilograms. Each cavalryman was heavily armored and equipped, like a heavy tank, forming undulating red flame walls advancing toward the enemy. With each step, the hooves left deep depressions in the ground, producing heart-pounding sounds.

These orc cavalry riding brown and gray heavy horses panted heavily, exhaling white fog from the gaps in their helmets. Through narrow vision, their gray-blue eyes watched the black-red enemies in front of them.

Facing such formidable enemies, these orcs did not have the past frenzied and ignorant demeanor but remained calm and quiet, so quiet it was chilling.

“Scarlet Flame, form ranks!” The heavy axes were held high, and these cavalrymen in scarlet cloaks adjusted their positions in motion. Within seconds, sharp triangular formations appeared in the wilderness.

With their extraordinary cores fully operational, these orc cavalry in the wilderness resembled flames, forming a sea of red, rising and falling with the terrain, spreading forward.

“A commendable opponent, let’s begin.”

Darxi raised his shining black-red lance and rode down from the hill, leading his cavalry like a long, black sword, stabbing into the enemy formation.

Facing this sweeping red flame sea, they had even greater speed and penetration. Under the leadership of the star general, they were like agile and fierce black dragons rushing towards the surging lava waves.

(The End of Chapter 810)