Wang Xiaole understood why he, a member of the opposing faction, had been summoned by Ye Chuxue to this place.

The other party didn't ask for his help, but just wanted to find a witness.

From the words "Bad Student" that Ye Chuxue mentioned earlier, Wang Xiaole knew that the girl wanted to find someone to praise her.

Not to admit, but to praise.

In a sense, Ye Chuxue's self-esteem was so strong that simple recognition could not truly satisfy her.

She didn't like listening to flattery; for her, hearing just one sentence was enough;

Strictly speaking, that sentence was only four words long.

Wang Xiaole felt he would compliment Ye Chuxue eventually, but not now – it would have to wait until after the war was over.

After watching the girl land on the ground, his gaze was fixed solely on her;

After all, this was her wish;

Up to now, his impression of Ye Chuxue was not bad.

A squad leader held a flag gun, commanding his subordinates to surround Ye Chuxue.

The latter spread out her hands, fingers outstretched, controlling fine threads in front of her to form a seemingly fragile defense.

Crack!

Although it seemed fragile, the net's own flexibility was an obstacle that the flag gun could not break through.

Many sharp arrows were shot, attempting to pierce through the net holes to harm the target in front.

However, Ye Chuxue maneuvered her defense, causing it to rotate along a certain path;

With slight changes in the position of the fine threads, all those sharp objects that seemed like they could hit her at any moment were completely blocked.

This defense was somewhat similar to a move Isabella had once used;

But in reality, the idea behind this move had been thought of by the two little girls in their childhood.

The squad leader's skills were indeed exceptional; the way he wielded the flag gun with fierce strength, each stab carrying a deadly momentum;

However, such fierce attacks could not get close to the target in front.

With a "click," a bullet fired by Ye Chuxue's magic gun directly broke the handle of the flag gun.

Realizing the danger, the squad leader quickly stepped back, but at the same time, Ye Chuxue fired a second shot at him.

Seeing the bullet coming towards him, the quick-witted squad leader immediately reacted.

He leaned back, maintaining a handstand in a backflip motion;

Before his palm touched the ground, the bullet grazed his skin, a hair-raising moment.

Thinking he had narrowly escaped, the squad leader didn't expect the bullet that flew past him to suddenly change direction.

This was going to be problematic.

Nevertheless, the squad leader still had a way.

Twisting his waist, his seemingly rigid body immediately leaned to the side with the flexibility comparable to a professional yogi.

That should do it, the squad leader exhaled a breath;

That was his final breath in this life.

Bang!

Instead of changing direction again, the bullet hit the squad leader as predetermined, taking him down instantly.

In that moment, Wang Xiaole realized:

Ye Chuxue possessed a very strong predictive ability, able to anticipate a series of reactive movements the target would take after being aimed at, allowing the bullet to successfully hit its mark.

As an opponent, she was truly formidable!

At that moment, Wang Xiaole's thoughts on Ye Chuxue were roughly as such.

Enough time had passed.

While all the enemies were concentrated around the big sister, the knight's brigade, with the sound of whistles, summoned the warhorses waiting in the rear and skillfully mounted them.

The sound of synchronized hooves echoed, the members of the knight brigade mounted their warhorses, charging into the battlefield in the guise of "cavalry."

The towering warhorses, with panels of red on their manes, carried their riders causing the ground to thunder;

The Flamestrike Knight Brigade, with their orderly formation, began to gallop towards the soldiers ahead.

The devastating power of the magical spears, combined with their extended reach and the mobility of the warhorses, fundamentally shifted the balance of power on the battlefield for both sides.

Previously, the kingdom's army, although at a disadvantage, could rely on their mounts to achieve many feats that their enemies could not;

But now?

Their advantage in mobility had vanished, and due to the heavy losses of their cavalry in previous wars, their overall cavalry strength was significantly weaker than the opponent's.

Ye Chuxue's strategy was precisely aimed at achieving this goal.

If the knight brigade had mounted their warhorses from the start, the kingdom's army would likely have retreated, relying on fortifications for defense;

Even if the kingdom's army had initiated an attack, they would not have recklessly relied on their cavalry superiority and charged head-on, resulting in heavy losses at the beginning of the battle.

The enemy, with insufficient cavalry and a loose formation, was no match for the knight brigade in such a scenario.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

After several rounds of intense gunfire, the kingdom's army gradually could not hold the line, with the appearance of the first deserter among their ranks.

As one fled, another followed, and another;

A chain reaction of negative consequences had begun.

The more deserters, the more followers running away;

Conversely, as the number of fleeing individuals gradually increased, even those who initially did not want to run turned their backs shortly after.

Before long, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

Looking across the land, there was an organized march of soldiers on one side, and a scattered mass of fleeing troops on the other;

Among them were numerous screaming soldiers, the so-called mercenaries.

The saying "defeat is like an avalanche" was precisely that.

Due to the deliberate interception by the knight brigade to create congestion, giving the illusion that enemies surrounded from all sides, the escapers felt that there seemed to be only one escape route available.

The fleeing cavalry, infantry, and irregulars were all mixed together, greatly slowing down everyone's pace;

The chaotic crowd, if someone fell, would immediately be trampled by countless large feet.

No one cared for their comrades; each person only cared for their own escape, especially amidst the continuous ambush and encirclement by enemy soldiers, nobody was selfless.

Behind them, enemy cavalry were constantly driving them forward;

As long as they ran a little slower, they would be shot from behind or trampled by the enemy's warhorses.

Any officers trying to restore command and control were targeted by the encroaching knights.

Amidst the shouting and screaming, their every effort was futile.

Driven by fear, countless individuals ran for their lives, only covering a few hundred meters;

Thirty thousand people reduced to just over ten thousand, with many comrades being killed on the road.

The fleeing troops suddenly saw the military formation ahead and, without paying attention to the enemy's flags, in a wave of jubilation, dashed forward.

They didn't need to look at the flags to know that the troops ahead were their reserve forces;

At that moment, nothing was more precious than having companions.

But they forgot, the fleeing troops charging directly towards the military formation was a grave mistake.

The usual practice would have been for the fleeing troops to run towards both flanks, circumventing the front of the military formation.

However, for people desperate to reach safety, that requirement was undoubtedly too high.

Therefore, they ran directly head-on.

The total number of soldiers in the reserve force was eight thousand, all of them cavalry, divided into four columns with two thousand riders each;

Each rider was a bit more than a step apart from the next, and each column was fifteen steps away from the next.

Not far away, the fleeing troops from their own side were already rushing forward, their panicked appearance causing a glint of coldness in the eyes of every rider in the reserve force.

At that moment, all they could think was:

Humph, these good-for-nothings are a disaster waiting to happen!

Confronted with the enemy, fearing for their lives, and not seeing the evasion of their own knights, it was truly despicable!

After assessing the situation ahead, the captain at the front shouted:

"Archers, ready!"

The riders heard correctly, and the captain had spoken correctly.

Welcoming the fleeing soldiers was a rain of arrows, accompanied by the heartless attacks of comrades.

The Flamestrike Knight Brigade in the rear did not miss the opportunity that seemed like a "pincer attack";

Immediately, the sound of drawing out spare magic spears echoed as the knights lowered their left hand from the reins.

In times requiring equestrian skills, the knights would not use two spears, because it hindered their ability to hold the reins;

However, the situation now was slightly different from before.

As they were pursuing in a straight line, and with the plain terrain lacking obstacles along the way, releasing the reins posed no problem.

The knights maintained their speed, rolling towards the fleeing troops.

Meeting the fleeing troops weren't just the sound of arrows, but also the sound of merciless triggers being pulled.

In the midst of the Knight Brigade and the fleeing troops, flames intertwined;

With booming explosions, dense white smoke rose;

One after another, targets hit by the bullets shot out streams of blood, screaming as they fell to the ground.

After several waves of gunfire, the fleeing troops woke up to their reality;

Some ran screaming to the sides, others lay motionless on the ground due to injuries, waiting for their final moments in agony...

The commander of the reserve forces now was a captain named Abarra.

He was the deputy to the legion commander, possessing outstanding abilities, where both calmness and bravery could be found within him.

Though young, he bore the moniker of "prospective legion commander" among many soldiers, viewed as the best candidate to eventually replace the legion commander.

Abarra was a pure-blooded Achim man, groomed in horseback archery from a young age.

During his childhood, his mother would tie him to a horse with ropes, instilling in him the habit of living on horseback;

Starting at the age of five, he practiced with a small bow and arrows, riding publicly;

As he matured year by year, he became a renowned warrior in the country;

At the age of twenty-two, he became the deputy captain due to his military merits, heralding a bright and promising future.

The kingdom was characterized by an abnormal scarcity of mages and an abnormal abundance of cavalry;

Yet even so, the kingdom had historically won more battles than they had lost against other nations;

The cavalry held a central position within the country, serving as the main force in the military;

However, Abarra's heart always carried a shadow.