But the Orcish Cavalry's charge did not stop. The cavalrymen in the rear trampled over their comrades' corpses and continued forward. They had fought countless brutal battles and knew that only by breaking into the enemy ranks could they offset the advantage of human firearms.
The most valiant unit of heavy cavalry even charged within a hundred meters, their long blades thrusting forward as they swore to tear open the human infantry's defensive line.
However, what greeted them was another volley from the Flintlock Guns.
"First rank, fire!"
"Second rank, fire!"
"Third rank, fire!"
The infantry of the Northwest Legion continued firing in three rotating ranks, maintaining an unbroken stream of firepower.
Lead Bullets pierced the armor of the Orcish Cavalry. The War Horses continued charging a few steps under their momentum before crashing to the ground. The charging cavalrymen seemed to have slammed into an invisible wall, falling in clusters amid the hail of bullets.
At last, the advance of the first wave of Orcish Light Cavalry was halted. Unwilling and furious, they withdrew to both sides.
Alba saw it clearly from a distance, his expression dark as water. He had never seen such an efficient killing machine. The human army seemed tireless, while the rhythm of its artillery and Volley Fire was terrifyingly precise.
But he knew that even the strongest army had its limits.
Paul stood on the command platform, his eyes fixed on the ranks of Orcish Heavy Cavalry still advancing in the distance.
Even from nearly a thousand meters away, the oppressive presence still surged toward him like a tangible force. Thousands of heavily armored Orcish cavalrymen advanced in orderly echelons. Their War Horses wore armor made of leather and metal, gleaming with a cold light beneath the sun.
These heavy cavalrymen did not charge