The Kirin Army was the Xifeng Empire's battle-hardened elite, while the Ghost Dance Legion was an even more renowned iron cavalry of valiant lions throughout Shenzhou. When these two vicious armies crashed into each other, the destructive force they unleashed was astonishing.
"Kill!" A red-armored Kirin elite soldier gripped a spear and leaped high from his horse, driving the sharp spearhead into the chest of a Ghost-faced warrior.
"Roar!"
The Ghost-faced warrior seized the shaft impaled in his body. Then he raised the sabre in his hand high, brought it down, and severed the Kirin elite soldier's head in a single stroke.
Bang!
The head, still encased in its iron helmet, fell to the ground and rolled before being trampled into mush by the surging mass of horses behind it.
These were two armies with completely different styles of combat.
The Kirin Army was silent, orderly, and obedient to commands.
Under the leadership of their squad leaders or commandants, they formed all kinds of battle formations. Some charged while others blocked, supporting one another as they thrust their spears in wave after wave.
They believed more in the power of teamwork. Thousands of men twisted together into a single rope, becoming a frenzied war beast that devoured lives.
When one man fell, the men behind him immediately charged forward to fill the gap.
They fought at the sound of drums and withdrew when gongs rang.
Their management was completely militarized, leaving no room for hesitation or disorder.
The Ghost Dance Legion was eerie, berserk, and utterly fearless of death.
They were like demons dancing wildly, howling as they swung their great sabres and hacked in every direction. Combat and slaughter had become instinctive to their bodies.
They seemed to be individual fighters, yet they were also tightly connected. When one