What would happen when heavily armored cavalry crashed into Musketeers?
The answer was obvious.
Watching the Musketeers trained at great expense get slaughtered one by one, the officer's heart bled. But before he could give an order, more Iron Blood soldiers following the cavalry charge had already arrived from farther away.
Amid the clash of cold weapons, it was obvious that the balance of power favored the Iron Blood Legion. Then a scene that left the Kainter soldiers dumbfounded unfolded—a light cavalry force of around two hundred charged out, carrying not bows but muskets on their backs!
The muskets fired while the horses galloped, killing Kainter soldiers one after another with an incomprehensible accuracy.
Mounted shooting.
It had originally been a technique the nomads of the western barbarian regions excelled at, yet Magana had forcefully trained it into existence, even replacing the weapons with muskets.
The moment this cavalry appeared, the Kainter officers knew they were finished.
"Bring up the cannons! Bring up the cannons!" he roared.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of explosions rang out.
"My lord, this is bad! The artillery unit has been attacked!"
"The cannons are destroyed!"
"Fuck!"
The officer's expression turned utterly grim.
The forces attacking the city from the front had yet to withdraw, while the rear defenses were weak. In a head-on clash, their six thousand men could still have gambled on their numerical advantage. But in this situation, they simply could not fight without taking out the enemy's heavy armor.
The Iron Blood Legion thought the same way, so Gruk led an assault team and directly destroyed the cannons the Kainter army had brought with them.
"Retreat! Stop fighting, retreat now!"
The Kainter officer shouted.
Orders were passed down in rapid succession. The attack turned into a defense, and the defense began