Watching the seemingly straight wall of fire and the seven or eight Imperial Knights howling in agony within the flames, Prince Kongdai squinted his eyes.
"Bertold, you take twenty lancers and pursue over the hill first, I'll take the rest to charge the third hill."
"Yes, Your Highness." Bertold didn't find it strange, and after the fire wall burned out, with a shout, he led 60 Knights charging toward the top of the hill.
About half a minute later, Prince Kongdai heard four thunderous booms, followed by the sound of war horses neighing.
The pungent smell of blood exploded, with broken limbs and blood flying from the hilltop and falling like rain on the Knights' helmets.
The land near the horses' hooves suddenly kicked up clouds of dust as something hit it, startling the warhorses into repeatedly retreating and dodging.
Subsequently, under Prince Kongdai's somber gaze, a terrified warhorse appeared in everyone's view.
