Cavalry Stalemate

In the June wilderness of the Northern Territory, sunlight poured down without obstruction. Though it was not as scorching as the south, it was still an ordeal for soldiers clad head to toe in metal armor, with thick leather armor or Cotton Armor underneath.

Sweat ran down from their temples, stinging their eyes painfully. Beneath their heavy equipment, their body heat rose rapidly, and even their breathing felt searing hot.

Both sides understood that in such weather, hesitation and stalemate were fatal. They had to decide the battle as soon as possible!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The deep and oppressive War Drum of the Sauron Army rumbled from the opposing formation like the heartbeat of a primeval beast. It shattered the battlefield's brief silence and announced the beginning of the attack!

Almost at the same moment, Karl drew a deep breath and resolutely pulled the Flintlock Rifle pistol from his waist. He pointed the muzzle skyward and pulled the trigger!

"Bang!"

The crisp gunshot served as a signal, tearing across the sky!

"Entire army!!! Advance!" the messenger screamed hoarsely, while the standard-bearers desperately waved their dark-blue command flags.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" In the Carnford Army's formation, the measured foot-soldier drums, carrying the Goldflower Kingdom's distinctive rigor, immediately began to sound!

The drumming was not as wild as the Sauron War Drum, but it carried a cold, mechanical precision and discipline.

The Militia Camp at the very front of the army was the first to move, spurred on by the officers' hoarse commands!

The Flintlock Rifle skirmish line in front began advancing at a slow pace. Behind them, the forest of spearmen maintained their orderly formation, marching to the beat like a moving forest of steel as they steadily pressed forward.

Although they had not trained for long, driven by harsh