"Not good! It's an ambush!"
"We've been tricked!"
"Ahhhhh!!!!!"
Bang!
Squelch!
Amid shocked cries and furious roars, the unlucky men charging at the very front crashed headlong into a dense forest of sharp spearpoints.
You must know that even heavily armored cavalry would not dare casually charge a dense infantry phalanx armed with long spears and greatshields, or they would suffer grievous losses all the same.
Not to mention a group of light cavalry wearing nothing but crude leather armor.
As expected, more than thirty riders and their horses were wiped out in less than a minute.
The direct cause of their deaths was precisely the tremendous inertia generated by their own speed and weight.
Of course, Soladin had not killed these mounted enemies without paying a price.
Six men had been struck and killed on the spot by snapped spear shafts, while another four lay gravely wounded and could no longer take part in the battle to come.
But none of that mattered anymore!
The thirty-odd men who had just died, along with their horses, had formed an obstacle of flesh and blood.
Any enemies trying to charge the infantry formation afterward would have to slow down, or risk being tripped.
If cavalry lost its most vital assets—speed and mobility—could it still be called cavalry?
Could it still firmly hold the initiative on the battlefield?
The answer was obviously no!
Rather than cavalry, such riders would be more accurately called infantry on horseback.
If their commander had been calm and rational, he should have immediately ordered a retreat and reorganized the troops, constantly maneuvering around the infantry formation from side to side, forcing it to expose weaknesses while changing direction—or exhausting its strength and focus until it collapsed first.
But these people before them were merely bandits and brigands