Is it still the same now?
We will win, we must win, we are... Fadlan people, Leonie keeps repeating this phrase in his heart.
One hundred meters.
Leonie raises the horse saber forward, his eyes fiercely wide, emitting a majestic battle roar.
Fifty meters.
However, under the cover of thick smoke, those mountain-like ferocious shadows rapidly enlarge in their eyes, eventually breaking through the smoke and appearing before them.
At this moment, the Steel Torrent of the Ashen Empire clashes with the previously unstoppable charge of the Aisier Cavalry, like a tsunami rushing towards the land.
"Boom——"
A strong gust sweeps over, the Winged Cavalry raise their spears, striving to stab forward, hoping to deal a fatal blow to this behemoth.
Even a thrust carried by the momentum of the charge can only barely pierce through that thick armor, completely unable to truly harm the core of the steel beast.
