My Players Are So Fierce

820: 279.

If our iron hoof continues to advance…_3

820: 279.

If our iron hoof continues to advance…_3

The Valande Knight turned his head to look.

He saw on his wife’s warhorse “Glacier,” the small figure she held in her arms, who wore the same armor as the Winged Cavalry.

It was a smaller size of course.

On the top of her war helmet was a tassel intertwining black and white, signifying her identity.

The current Count Cico.

The youngest daughter of the old Earl, the last heir of the Xikemeier Family.

She should not have been here!

Nor should she have joined this dangerous charge.

This was no fearless charge of a grand battalion of 5,000 knights, they had but 500 men, 200 of whom were disabled.

No vanguard, no rearguard, and no flanks!

They were simply carrying out a “wrong case scenario” that should never occur in the Winged Cavalry textbook.

“Listen!

Knights!

I am both your Earl and your Commander!

Just as the outstanding Cavalry will never abandon their warhorses, no Earl of the Xikemeier Family has ever been so cowardly as to not dare charge on the battlefield.

I know I should not have come here!

But I still did.

I will be severely reprimanded by the Valande Knights after the battle, and I might even shed tears, but I still came, because I know this is my duty.

Just as you know, accelerating to break through the enemies blocking our way and helping our allies win this war is your duty!

Knight!

Our dignity and our glorious tradition have been shattered and trampled by our enemies, our past has been severed by that defeat, leaving us nothing but a life of living under the shadows of the past.

We have failed.

We admit this.

The highlanders and Barbarian offspring who are unafraid even of death, are even less afraid to admit they were once the shameful losers.

But because we failed, that is precisely why we are here!

We will face the enemies of civilization in yet another Black Disaster just like our ancient ancestors did, just like in the stories of old legends, charging towards that terrifying black surge.

We shall fight and prevail!

We shall reclaim with our own hands the dignity and tradition we lost and reforge the Winged Cavalry’s legend of invincibility!

Starting tonight!

Starting now!”

The voice of the Little Count Cico paused, and by then the knightly formation’s wall charge had completely formed.

Five hundred Heavy Cavalry, led by the Grey Vulture Knight Valande, were already in the midst of a second acceleration of kinetic energy buildup, the terrifying tremor created by their Armored Warhorses treading over the earth could no longer be masked by night, and even the dumbest of the Jackal Barbarians could feel the trembling of the land beneath their feet.

The earth is groaning!

As if even it could not bear the Heavy Cavalry and the weapons they had raised, and the anger transformed from the humiliation ignited in their hearts during the charge.

Valande had already seen the flank of the Jackal-man Vanguard army charging at the Crimson Castle, now less than a kilometer away from him.

And the cold wind was howling.

As if even it was impatient to relive the pleasure of trampling and destruction, to reclaim what it had lost.

“Wings out!”

The Grey Vulture Knight could feel a fire burning in his heart as he roared the final command.

All the Cavalry activated the Spiritual Energy Art Systems on their armor, the twin wings that stood erect behind their armor as decorations now spread out like real wings.

The Spiritual Energy Art System activated, Natural Psychic Power coursed as it transformed into gale-force propulsion, thrusting knights and their warhorses into an instant third acceleration of energy storage.

To make their speed faster, to make the kinetic energy delivered upon impact even more terrifying.

Like so many war hammers swung in the air, eagerly longing to land on some damned skull.

“Knights!”

The Little Count Cico’s somewhat cracked yell also rose in that final moment, she shouted with a roar:

“We shall walk into history like our ancestors, write history and glorify history.

The legends of old have concluded, but a new legend is right before our eyes.

In the name of the Count of the Xikemeier Family, I command you!

Follow me, charge!

Crush them!”

“Aaaah!”

The captain of the Jackal Barbarian Soldiers facing the oncoming avalanche of the Heavy Cavalry formation had fallen into despair.

Its pack behind it had already turned and run, even slashing at companions with their weapons out of a driven fear in the hope of securing an escape.

They absolutely did not wish to be charged by such a Cavalry.

That would definitely hurt.

But it had nowhere to go.

It saw the lance of the Valande Knight, who led the charge, leveled at it, and with the last of its courage, it swung its flail, trying to stop the monster crashing towards it.

It got its wish.

“Bang”

In the hit that could be called “graceful,” the brave yet foolish Jackal Barbarian was sent flying into the air.

It died the moment it took flight.

Perhaps that was a good thing, because in the next instant, its body flew into the air like it had sprouted wings, flying and flying until it finally crashed into the chaotic formations behind it after a hundred meters.

And the next instant, the piercing formation in a ground-shaking stance tread over its corpse, just like a hot dinner knife through butter, effortlessly cleaving and tearing through their formation.

Foolish Jackal-men flew one after another into the air, while more of the Barbarian horde turned into rotten mud under iron hooves.

The knights charged in a thunderous silence.

Like an old story from the past, the foolish enemy tries to stop the Winged Cavalry, the Winged Cavalry begins the charge and…

the battle is over.

Hmm, how hard could that be?