Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters

The spear and halberd units were first concentrated, beginning to redeploy.

The musketeers stood by where they were, most holding their side swords, while a few had found long spears and heavy halberds from the bodies.

Jeska's battalion remained outside, it wasn't their turn to enter the large square formation yet.

Winters saw everything, anxious at heart; this was the moment when the large square formation was at its most vulnerable, even more so than before.

What was worse, the thundering sound of hooves rose again.

Hundreds of black-armored cavalry charged out from the Red River Tribe's main formation, heading straight for the Paratu square formation.

Leading the charge was the Barbarian Chief in red armor, only now on an even more conspicuous red warhorse.

More and more Herder cavalry followed the black-armored cavalry out of their main formation.

The Red River Tribe's cavalry from the main formation—the Herders' reserve forces—also joined in this charge.

Finally, all the disorganized Herder cavalry were deployed.

The Herder general clearly understood that if the large square formation were allowed to form again... whose morale would collapse first was still uncertain.

Although the Herders were chaotic at the moment, the Paratu army was even more disordered.

The Herder general intended to fight chaos with chaos.

Officers could no longer restrain their soldiers, and the Paratu People surged into the large square formation, nearly collapsing the yet-to-be-arranged formation.

"All who hold long weapons! To the outside!" Sekler roared to the sky, "Alpad! If you don't come now, we are all going to die here!"

The rain stopped completely at this moment.

Winters felt the earth trembling.

The Herders were turning around! Something must have happened!

"Our cavalry!" someone shouted with surprise.

Behind the Herder cavalry, thousands of Paratu cavalry were launching a charge like an avalanche.

From afar, it looked like a long line constantly moving and pushing forward.

Rows of warhorses charged at full speed, their manes fluttering in the wind, their heads bowed during the fierce charge, the earth trembling beneath their hooves, as if it might tear apart any second.

Leading this charge was a squadron of lancers, the Alliance's last of the heavy armored lancers.

On the flanks of the lancers were pistol-armed cavalry for protection, followed by light cavalry.

Thousands of Paratu cavalry formed a huge wedge formation.

Irresistible, invincible.

Everyone on the battlefield who saw this would never forget the terror and magnificence of this charge for the rest of their lives.

At the very front of the spearhead, Major General Alpad raised his lance and yelled with delight, "Come on! Children! Come! Warriors of Paratu! Sekler is still waiting for us to save his ass!"

The clouds parted, and a ray of sunlight shone upon Alpad, his armor gleaming brilliantly as if he were divine.

The bugler sounded the charge.

"Long live the Legion! Long live Paratu!" The Paratu cavalry roared the battle cry that had brought fear and death to their enemies for hundreds of years: "Uukhai!"

The main force of the Paratu army… has never been infantry.

It's just that the main force's great flanking maneuver took some time and effort.

And Sekler's reliance was never on square formation tactics; it was Alpad who gave Sekler the confidence to face over ten thousand Herder cavalry with a legion standing back to the river.

Sekler and Alpad.

[Ice] and [Fire].

[Anvil] and [Hammer].

General Yanosh relied on these two weapons, time and again sweeping across the wilderness.

Now, Paratu's [Anvil] and [Hammer] were about to smash the Herders in one fell swoop.

…

"Uukhai!" Inside the square formation, the Paratu People were moved to tears.

The Herder cavalry instantly fell into panic, some turning to face the charge, while others tried to flee the battlefield.

"Deploy the square formation!" Sekler bellowed, "Uukhai!"

No one cared about formations anymore, the Paratu People picked up any weapon they could lay their hands on and attacked the bewildered Herders.

Even Jeska's battalion of mounted infantry were boiling with blood, charging forward with shouts.

The Herder cavalry instantly fell into panic, some turning to face the charge, while others tried to flee the battlefield.

The cavalry of both sides collided with a thunderous impact.

The Herders turning to face battle were like butter sliced by a hot knife, instantly split into two.

The impact of the Herders' warhorses was far inferior to that of the Paratu's heavy warhorses; the ones in front nearly collapsed upon contact.

The Paratu cavalry charged wildly, like a scythe sweeping through a wheat-field, pistols emptied, lances dropped, they immediately drew their sabers to stab and hack.

Soon, the momentum of the charge slowed, and the battle turned into a melee.
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Light cavalry, heavy cavalry, Paratu cavalry, Herder cavalry, all chased and fought each other over the vast wilderness, exchanging blows.

Haug led his squadron of heavy cavalry into the Red River Tribe's main formation, straight towards where the standards flew.

The old chief Tie Duo hurriedly fled after putting the injured White Lion on a horseback. He didn't even have time to take the horse-tail standard.

The White Lion was wounded, but not mortally. It was the White Lion's brother, Little Lion, who had charged in red armor just before.

Haug pressed all the way to the standard, riding down the flagpole with his warhorse.

The morale of the Herders on the battlefield completely collapsed, and they scattered and ran in all directions.

Winters didn't chase the fleeing enemies; he was very tired and just wanted a good sleep. Besides, his left ear seemed to have gone deaf.