Advance Order

Lyon watched the Sauron people on the opposite side begin their attack and ordered the buglers beside him, "Sound the advance!" The two buglers immediately blew their resounding brass horns.

"Woo!! Woo!! Woo!!"

The bright, piercing sound of the brass horns suddenly rang out above the Carnford Allied cavalry formation, drowning out the snorts of the warhorses and the light clatter of their iron-shod hooves.

"Whole army! Advance!" Lyon's voice exploded amid the fading echoes of the horns.

As the order passed down the line, the enormous cavalry mass began to move slowly forward like a steel behemoth awakening from sleep.

The plate-armored heavy cavalry from Fran City in the front rank moved first. Controlling their equally armored warhorses, they began advancing at a steady, even walk.

Then the cavalry in the center and rear ranks started moving in turn. The entire line maintained a suffocatingly perfect order, advancing smoothly across the wasteland like a single entity.

Their speed was slow, nowhere near a charge. This was to preserve the warhorses' stamina and ensure that, when they launched their full-power charge over the final stretch before contact, they could unleash the most terrifying speed and impact possible.

Their goal was to wait until they were roughly one hundred meters from the enemy before raising their speed to the limit, ensuring that at the instant the two sides crashed together, their own force would be at the peak of its momentum and speed!

Lyon was in the center of the third rank of heavy cavalry, his eyes sweeping from side to side across his formation.

The moment of the charge was actually simple. All it required was pressing forward fearlessly and fighting with one's life on the line.

The hardest part, and the true test of a cavalry unit's quality, was