Reorganization

The sound of horns and the appearance of the flags were like a faint beacon being lit in the darkness.

Those desperate, chaotic Sauron Cavalry, as if clutching their last lifeline, instinctively struggled toward the flags.

The desire to survive overwhelmed their fear of death, and the courage that remained in them was rekindled.

They knew this was their only chance to live! Follow the flags and charge forward—perhaps there was still a sliver of hope!

For a time, centered around the Regiment Commander and his battle standard, several hundred surviving Sauron Cavalrymen struggled to gather into a dense charging formation, like a snowball rolling downhill.

They no longer cared about formation or tactics. Only one primitive, bloody thought remained: smash through! Break out!

"For Skarn's glory! For survival! Charge with me!!" The Regiment Commander's eyes were bloodshot as he raised his intact right arm and brandished his saber, letting out a desperate battle cry. He led the charge, launching a suicidal counterattack toward what appeared to be the relatively weak flank of the Carnford Allied cavalry formation!

"Kill!!!" The surviving Sauron Cavalrymen roared like trapped beasts struggling to fight back. Following their Corps Commander, they charged headlong into the oncoming torrent of steel like moths flying into flames.

After a brief and fierce reorganization, the Carnford Allied cavalry once again formed a somewhat disordered offensive formation under Lyon's command.

Opposite them, the remnants of the Sauron Horse Corps had also barely gathered into a charging formation, with the core heavy cavalry forming its spearhead, under the Regiment Commander's desperate order.

The distance between the two sides had already closed. This time, the starting interval for the charge was even shorter—less than a hundred meters!

For cavalry charging at full speed, that distance vanished in the blink of an eye!