A comrade had fallen!
There was no time for grief, no time for rage. The enemy's artillery fire was too fast—the outcome of life and death would be decided in this charge!
Du Lai moved wildly, and so did his teammates. The cavalrymen charged forward fearlessly, and a fierce battle erupted!
A charge that could swallow the world and roar like a tiger! Surely All-Night God of War would have to turn and run, right? At the very least, he should dodge, shouldn't he? Du Lai thought to himself.
But that was only wishful thinking.
All-Night God of War did not dodge at all. Instead, he moved even faster, weaving between the cannons.
The shells' firing speed actually increased again, rising from two per second to three per second!
Shells rained down from the sky like a downpour, each one striking its target with deadly accuracy. Not a single shot missed!
The warhorses' neighs echoed across the battlefield. Amid the rumbling explosions, cavalrymen were swallowed by towering clouds of yellow sand. When the sand dispersed, only blood-soaked corpses remained on the ground.
More than thirty cavalrymen had been completely wiped out!
Only six players remained on the field. They charged forward, leaping over shell craters and corpses!
All-Night God of War calmly fired his cannons, as though swatting flies with a flyswatter.
The swordsman at the very front charged while leaping left and right. After several jumps, a cannonball suddenly blasted him into the air. The moment he landed, another shot blew his head apart. With his health nearly depleted, the swordsman's movement speed dropped sharply, and a string of shells caught up with him and swallowed him whole.
"Charge!" Du Lai roared in anguish. "Stop dodging! Charge in a straight line!"
Du Lai had truly seen it all today.