Defeat 2

When he saw the dust cloud rising ahead and felt the increasingly powerful tremors beneath his feet, Montrelet was stunned.

What was going on? Had the orcs launched another counterattack? Clad in heavy armor and wielding lances, the Orcish Heavy Cavalry burst from the dust cloud and charged toward the Aldo infantry.

The "panicked" retreat of the Orcish Light Cavalry had effectively concealed their advance.

Montrelet's face went pale, and he hurriedly ordered his men to prepare for the enemy's arrival.

"Form ranks! Form ranks!"

"Get back into formation!"

"Everyone return to your positions!"

The officers shouted themselves hoarse, trying to find their own men.

But this was a task that was simply impossible to accomplish in such a short time.

The infantry had already pursued the enemy for a considerable distance, and the order they had possessed at the start had long since vanished.

It was under these circumstances that they faced the charge of the Orcish Heavy Cavalry.

The orc cavalry charged in a tight formation, the scene resembling an iron hammer plunging into a huge block of cheese.

Shhk! The first unfortunate victim appeared. A sharp lance pierced his stomach and sent him flying backward.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth... The Orcish Heavy Cavalry carved a long corridor of flesh and blood straight through the army.

The moment the two sides made contact, the Aldo Army suffered enormous casualties.

The orcs were tall and powerfully built, mounted on massive horses, clad in heavy armor, and wielding lances. Man and beast together weighed a full half-ton. When that immense mass came charging at more than thirty kilometers per hour, the force it generated was something scattered infantrymen could not withstand.

For a time, the entire battlefield rang with teeth-rattling collisions and agonized screams. Countless people