The time had come.
"Kellan, Lyon, lead all cavalry in an all-out attack! Target the rear guard of the fleeing Sauron army! Keep tearing at them, slow them down, sow chaos, and inflict heavy casualties on their fighting strength! But avoid a head-on clash with any rear guard that has formed up tightly. Be especially wary of cavalry counterattacks and possible ambushes!"
"Brendan, Roland, each lead your elite infantry forward behind them. Support the cavalry, mop up the remaining enemy, gather the spoils—especially the Cannons and important supplies the enemy has abandoned!"
The Carnford cavalry, who had been holding themselves back for so long, surged out from behind the earthen walls like tigers unleashed from a cage! More than five thousand riders, under Kellan and Lyon's command, shadowed the main force like the craftiest pack of wolves, picking off the "prey" that was wounded, straggling, or slow-moving.
This unceasing harassment and intimidation produced a deadly effect. The Sauron army's overall retreat was severely slowed.
"Dragon Cavalry, move up! Cover them with fire!"
The Dragon Cavalry under Lyon's command displayed their full might at this moment. Dismounted, they were elite infantry; mounted, they were mobile light cavalry.
Now, they fully exploited the advantage of combining mobility with firepower. Using the speed of their horses, the Dragon Cavalry quickly closed to a distance beyond the range of Sauron rear guard archers, yet within the effective range of their own Flintlock Rifles. Then they swiftly dismounted, formed firing lines, and unleashed precise volleys upon the Sauron soldiers attempting to form up and hold their ground—or fleeing in panic.
The Flintlock Rifles far outmatched Sauron bows in both range and power. Under the Dragon Cavalry's organized fire, the Sauron rear guard's formations were repeatedly shattered, and soldiers fell one after another.
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