Center Command

Once the formation was arranged, Lyon did not remain on some safe high ground at the rear to survey the battlefield like an infantry commander.

In cavalry warfare, victory or defeat was often decided in the blink of an eye. Opportunities vanished in an instant, and formations changed unpredictably.

A commander had to be within the formation to sense the pulse of the battlefield most directly and issue the most accurate orders in time.

Without hesitation, he rode to the most crucial—and most dangerous—position in the entire formation: the center of the Third Platoon of Plate Armor Knights from Fran City! From there, he could clearly observe the heavy cavalry's charge ahead and effectively command the units in the middle and rear. At the same time, it meant that once the armies clashed, he would be at the heart of the fiercest killing, facing far greater danger than ordinary cavalry!

On a distant hillside, Sir Kylan had been watching Lyon arrange the formation closely. Seeing how, under Lyon's command, the allied cavalry stood in clear layers, each unit performing its own role, with a distinct and reasonable tactical purpose, he could not help giving a slight nod. The last trace of worry in his heart faded by more than half, replaced by recognition of the young commander's abilities and a rising battle fervor.

"Woo! Wooooo!!"

On the distant horizon, the surging cavalry of the Sauron Horse Corps grew ever clearer. Dust kicked up by their hooves rolled like yellow clouds, rushing toward them with a destructive momentum.

At the very front of the allied formation, a Regiment Commander of the Horse Corps rode a magnificent black warhorse. His weathered face, with the high cheekbones characteristic of the steppe people, was now filled with solemnity.

His eyes were fixed on the