Three hundred Royal Cavalry drew their lances, moving in unison, charging towards the Holy Alliance formation.
They didn't favor the wedge formation like the Leia Knights.
Even with three hundred men, they formed a 100 by 3 cavalry wall, with less than half a meter between them, charging neatly.
This tactic was their specialty; if the entire Royal Cavalry unit were present, they could cover a battlefield width of three to five hundred meters.
The sound of iron hooves shook the ground, the knights lowered their visors, and their roar seemed to echo.
"Woo-ooo-ooo—"
"Hey!"
"For the King!"
"And the gold pounds!"
"One hundred meters!"
The Knight Commander's iron gauntlets clenched the reins, fingers whitened under the gloves.
There was no movement in the Holy Alliance formation, war monks showed no emotion, with only the wind catching the edges of black and red robes.
"Eighty meters!"
Gael held his breath; the cavalry could now see the indifferent faces of the Holy Gunmen.
