The rolling curtain of smoke covered the sky; only occasionally did the moonlight pierce through.
But the moonlight that fell on the silver sand hadn't yet had time to shine before it was shattered under pounding hooves.
Riding at the very front on a dark chestnut warhorse, clad in three-quarter Mithril armor, Jia Li drew her blade one-handed and roared.
Behind her, the cavalrymen also shouted different battle cries according to their enlistment dates.
"The holy grandsons bind us together!"
"Salvation Army, charge!"
"Guards, the peasants are coming!"
Right in front of these nearly three hundred Cuirassier Cavalry was the exposed flank of a battalion of the Second Royal Palace Army, less than three hundred meters away!
The ground was shuddering, not only from the thunder of hooves, but also from the massive iron spheres punching hole after hole through the smoke screen.
