Although the soldiers from the kingdom fought to the death, continuously hurling their weapons, the battle situation became increasingly unfavorable for them.
Every time they threw their weapons or even before they could, several magic spears were aimed in their direction, shooting bullets towards them;
The tactics of the Flaming Knights relied on using mobility to deceive the enemy with the advantage of numbers;
In other words, they used small units as bait to distract the enemy's main force while allowing their own elite forces to focus and eliminate a portion of the enemy first.
Furthermore, the riders on the flanks did not engage in close combat with the enemy but instead charged in waves, passing by the enemy.
After creating distance, they used the magic spears to shoot.
A legion of ten thousand soldiers was using the tactics commonly employed by small units, a strategy the commanders of the kingdom had not anticipated.
As the losses increased, the people on the kingdom's side became increasingly agitated.
A stout deputy captain roared in defiance, preparing to hurl his beloved tiger spear with all his might, piercing through a target several steps to the right with both man and horse.
But before he could act, a blood flower burst out from his neck, followed by a volley of gunshots;
With this burst of sound, his chest and abdomen sprayed out a mist of blood.
He roared in anger, but no sound came out;
He tried to shout, but only made the blood spray from his neck faster.
In the end, he gazed defiantly ahead, dying on horseback in this manner.
After getting hit, Abara agilely rolled off the horse, leaped onto another horse beside him, and continued charging with his spear.
He led the charge with several fierce soldiers, forming the tip of the spearhead formation, behind which the formation gradually widened to the sides.
The clattering of iron hooves and the heavy snorting of war horses intertwined, while knights on the other side also charged forth.
Both sides showed no fear, displaying the courage to fight to the death without retreat.
Abara held his spear in his right hand, tightly gripping the horse's belly with both legs, his hips hanging off the saddle.
He aimed at a knight not far away, urging his horse forward with a loud roar.
In an instant, the two sides were less than ten meters apart, able to see each other's fierce expressions.
In a moment, Abara noticed that the opponent's armor was slightly different from the usual riders, realizing instantly:
The opponent should hold a certain status within the enemy knight's contingent, not just an average soldier.
With this in mind, Abara shouted loudly, thrusting his tiger spear forward;
At the same time, his opponent thrust his spear as well.
Cavalry combat was several times more brutal compared to infantry; in addition to courage and combat skills, it required rich experience and keen judgment.
On these points, Abara, who had joined the army long ago, clearly had the upper hand against his opponent.
At the moment of impact between the two horses, Abara's body shifted slightly, causing the opponent's long spear to graze his left arm, spraying out a mist of blood;
In an instant, a large chunk of flesh from Abara's left arm was cut off.
Next, Abara controlled the tiger spear he held, the deep red blade piercing deeply into the knight's chest with a "swoosh" as the horse charged forward;
Twisting the spear, it pierced through the knight's body, coming out sharply from the other side.
If the armor had been a little thinner, the female knight would have been killed on the spot.
Subsequently, the defeated side bent at the waist, pressing most of their body against the horse's back before whistling to signal the mount to flee to one side.
Abara was not a kind-hearted man; "Seize the opportunity to kill" was what he enjoyed doing, and this time was no different.
He urged his horse forward, preparing to attack from behind and take the life of the wounded.
Controlling the tiger spear towards the target, at a distance of just inches away, just about to hit the target, a gust of wind swept down vertically.
Just before he was "counter-hunted", Abara tugged the reins, causing the warhorse to turn sharply;
Boom!
The wind bullet struck where the horse's hoof had just been, and Abara avoided it in time;
However, despite this, the gust of wind still grazed him, causing several cracks in his armor and almost losing a vital piece of protection at the last moment.
Abara looked up to the sky and saw the person who had just thwarted him.
Now the person was shifting his gaze, scanning the battlefield, searching for others in need of rescue.
How frustrating!
The reason for Abara's emotions was that he seemed to see the shadow of his greatest enemy in that person.
Before he could ponder further, a long wire was quickly thrust towards him by force.
In a life and death moment, Abara countered the thrust with his spear, causing the wire to deflect to the side.
He blocked the attack, but still could not calm down.
Shortly after, a bullet came flying towards him;
In the blink of an eye, Abara drew the double-handed broadsword from his back, the sharp edges crossing as he extended it in front of his chest for protection.
Bang!
It turned out that carrying several weapons with him came in handy; at critical moments, they could indeed save his life.
As metal fragments scattered in the air, Abara understood:
By sacrificing these two heavy swords, his life was preserved for a little while longer.
Although, not for too long…
The bullet that had been deflected circled back, hitting Abara's side this time, piercing his left shoulder.
The gunshots ringing in his ears became less distinct;
At that moment, Abara felt the force drain from his body, a wry smile appearing on his face.
Amidst a continuous barrage of gunfire, a soldier below and left of Abara swung his tiger-toothed blade, preparing to strike a charging knight in front.
Yet, at that instant, he sprayed a deep mist of blood from his left and right shoulder, armpit, with a dark-colored helmet, front chest protector, and even his horse beneath him.
This was proof that the knights charging from both sides had hit him repeatedly with magic spears.
Without even a scream, the man fell from his horse in that state.
Like this soldier, more kingdom soldiers continued to fall off their horses due to the gunfire.
Where they were hit, large fountains of blood sprayed out;
As they fell, their hoarse cries seemed to lament the unfair tactics of the enemy.
The continuous attacks from the front and flanking knights kept the kingdom's soldiers on the defensive;
Often unable to display their full combat skills, they suffered fatal wounds before dying meaninglessly on the battlefield.
After being hit in the shoulder, Abara swayed, intending to continue fighting with his remaining strength.
A loud roar erupted, and his body rose from the saddle, the tiger spear in his hand slashing diagonally downwards.
Blood further stained the air on the battlefield;
Several knights charging out from both sides accurately fired from their horses, adding oval bullet holes to the enemies.
Anguished cries rang out, Abara's eyes unfocused, blood spewing from his neck in a fountain.
As his mouth moved, bloodied clumps continued to pour out from his mouth, coloring his neck guard and chest armor.
『That's… that close…』
Until that moment, Abara kept his gaze forward, his eyes fixed on the tiger spear.
With the blade now thrusting forward, barely a hair's breadth from Ye Chuxue's forehead, just one more second;
No, just half a second, and he would have surely hit;
He believed it, intending to make up for that small regret, but his hands could not generate any force.
『You never lack by that much!』
Using a casual response, Ye Chuxue pulled the trigger again, this time aiming at Abara's head.
In the moment before being hit, Abara felt a chill, as if he could smell that peculiar scent of white smoke mixed with blood, letting out a sudden howl.
He tried to raise his tiger spear high, shouting loudly on the battlefield:
"Warriors of Aqi Ma, let us bravely die here!"
Unfortunately, he never got to say those words.
Instead, he discovered:
At this moment, there was no one left by his side.
Bang!
After being shot, he fell heavily backward, crashing to the ground.
Death was just like that.
The battle was short and brutal, and in the blink of an eye, there were not many soldiers left on the kingdom's side.
Aside from the complete annihilation of the flanking armies, even Abara’s personal guards, who he commanded in life, had all fallen in battle now.
The sound of gunfire rang out a few more times; the surviving soldiers were retreating rapidly to the sides, no longer daring to charge directly against the knights' formation.
The end of this battle was just a step away, as Ye Chuxue had forewarned:
Not a single one left!
These four words did not mean total annihilation but rather leaving no resistance behind.
In other words:
If the enemy was willing to lay down their arms and surrender, she didn't mind allowing the defeated to continue living as prisoners in this world.
As the knights' formation continuously advanced, the remaining soldiers had less and less time to ponder, and their chances of survival dwindled rapidly.
The sight in front of them filled them with fear, and though they tried to escape;
When they found themselves surrounded by their own, they had no choice but to abandon that thought.
Occasionally, a few brave souls tried to turn the tide of battle single-handedly, charging fearlessly forward;
However, these individuals inevitably met the barrage of bullets without suspense, losing their lives, turning into mutilated bodies.
The deed was done; the chickens had been killed, and the monkeys gave up their delusions, dropping their weapons and kneeling one by one on the ground.
The knights' formation continued its relentless advance, with an imposing aura that forced more and more enemy soldiers to kneel, even those mounted on horses.
