Thunder Offensive

Tewar River, the grass is lush and the sun shines warmly. This is a famous pasture in the North Aisel region, and it is said that only here can the purest and tallest Aisel Warhorse be raised.

A well-equipped and well-trained cavalry force is stationed here, the neighing of warhorses mixed with the whistling wind, creating a somewhat noisy scene.

In this army of over a thousand men, almost every cavalryman was clad in magnificent armor with gold and silver stripes interspersed with bright red cloth, riding tall and strong warhorses, and carrying lances five or six meters long, with bright flags fluttering at the top.

What is most striking is that they all have huge wings made of metal frames and feathers on their backs.

—They are the Aisel Winged Cavalry, the most elite spearmen under Walter's command.

This army, established hundreds of years ago, achieved a glorious record, having completely wiped out the orc clans and giant tribes of the North Aisel Plains, bringing decades of peace to the region.

Although they seem insignificant compared to the Divine Descendant Legion of Fadlan, they are enough to sweep through any kingdom in the the North.

The striking wings on the back of the Winged Hussars are derived from the glorious military traditions of the Holy Fadlan, which the cavalrymen used to emulate the Angel Divine Descendant, hoping to possess the courage and strength of the divine descendants themselves.

Moreover, these wings were far more than just decorations; under the careful design of the former Fadlan mages, they became important equipment for increasing speed and enhancing impact.

In recent years, the Aisel Cavalry have also been equipped with muskets, enabling them to engage in long-range fire in chaotic battles and gain an advantage.

A single set of Winged Hussar armor weighs over a hundred kilograms. To Freedom of Movement while wearing such heavy equipment, one would need to be at least a professional Fighter.

A four-figure number of professionals was unimaginable for any duchy in Anzeta —and the Aisel Winged Cavalry were such a formidable legion composed of thousands of professionals.

It is said that when they launch a mass charge, the hooves of their warhorses will cause the earth to tremble and rivers to overflow, and the whistling of their wings will make Dragon War.

Even the bravest Fighter would tremble at the sight of a Winged Hussars' charge and be mercilessly taken by death.

The current Winged Hussars, Earl Leoni Garcia, sat on horseback, gazing solemnly northward.

The general looked to be in his fifties, with a neatly trimmed mustache and wearing armor that was heavier and more luxurious than that of ordinary winged hussars. He looked imposing and majestic.

It is said that Leoni almost qualified to become a descendant of the gods, but unfortunately, after the Holy Fadlan split, he never had the chance again—which became a regret in his life.

As a former Holy Fadlan cavalry general, Leoni was exceptionally powerful.

Even his warhorse was extraordinary, said to possess the blood of a dragon. It was not only incredibly strong, but also had hard, grayish-white scales.

In the ranks of the Winged Hussars, lances stood tall, creating a solemn and imposing atmosphere, while battle banners adorned with the emblem of the Sun and Wings fluttered in the wind.

Leoni rode his warhorse around the front, scanning the cavalrymen with a sharp gaze before drawing his saber from his waist and raising it high.

The bright silver blade gleamed in the sunlight, the delicate patterns on the blade shimmered, and the hilt was adorned with silver wing ornaments.

This is a saber passed down from the earliest Aisel Winged Cavalry general. It is forged entirely from mithril and is extremely expensive. It symbolizes the Winged Hussars' unwavering belief in victory.

At this moment, Leoni wanted to use this to boost morale and rekindle the Winged Hussars' former glory and beliefs.

"Fighter, I believe you also know that war is coming!"

The evil dragon from the north and his horde are not content with their barren lands and are eyeing the rich and beautiful land of Aisel, intending to destroy our home!

Can we just stand by and watch this happen?

"No--"

The long spears trembled, the battle flags clashed, the cavalrymen roared, and even their warhorses neighed incessantly, their large hooves rhythmically pounding the ground.

"Thump, thump, thump"

For a moment, the ground trembled slightly, emitting a dull sound. It seemed that the cavalrymen were using their horses' hooves as drumsticks and the earth as the drumhead, continuously striking this massive "war drum."

"No! We must not allow such a tragedy to happen!"

Leoni twirled his saber in the air, creating a beautiful flourish, then pointed it straight up to the sky, the tip seemingly illuminated by the sunlight.

"Fighter, do you see? The sacred sun still hangs high in the sky, never setting. We are still His Majesty Amanata's favorites, still the noble and confident Fadlanites!"

For centuries, only the Fadlanites have conquered other peoples; we have never been the victims! Any force that dares to anger us will face annihilation! Remember, as long as the sun shines in the sky and operates according to the laws of the gods— the Fadlan will endure forever!

"For Fadlan!"

Immediately, an unimaginable burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the army ranks, even more powerful than before, drowning out the sound of horses' hooves.

The winged hussars, their faces contorted with fervor, raised their lances, waved their battle flags, and shouted the slogan "For Fadlan!" at the top of their lungs.

At this moment, they proudly puffed out their chests, as if they had returned to the heyday of more than a decade ago, when that vast empire still dominated the continent, and they were still the most distinguished and confident citizens of all of Fei An Suo.

Some even sang the old folk song—that even the devils of Hell dared not provoke the Fadlanites.

After years of war and strife, the Fadlan during the imperial period had been repeatedly romanticized, becoming their "ideal country" and a pillar of their spirit.

For these Aisel Winged Cavalry, recalling past glories and pursuing the light of Fadlan is always the best catalyst, keeping them in high spirits and willing to give their lives.

For some reason, the ground began to tremble more violently, and this was clearly not caused by the horses' hooves—but the Winged Hussars, caught up in the excitement, were unaware of this.

Leoni gazed at the cavalrymen's fervent faces and said softly, "Very good, just like that. Never forget our pride as Fadlanites."

So what if it's a dragon?

Throughout the glorious history of the Fadlan Empire, His Majesty Aragon led us to slay countless overconfident beasts, White Dragon, Blue Dragon, and many more.

"Buzz—"

Just then, a piercing noise rang out overhead, interrupting Leoni's thoughts, and a menacing shadow was cast from the sky over the distant grassland.

"How could it have happened so fast when it's only been less than three days?"

Leoni quickly looked up, his expression grave, and saw hundreds of Wyvern spreading their wings, forming a wedge-shaped formation, flying in their direction.

What puzzled him was that the edges of these Wyvern ' wings were fitted with metal shells that could cut through the air, and they seemed to be carrying humanoid creatures on their backs.

Moreover, the monsters were arranged in an exceptionally orderly formation—unlike the simple-minded, chaotic beasts he had in mind.

What is that?

"Damn it, the Embers of the Burned Empire's attack came so fast!"

"Were those scouts in the north just out for a stroll? How could we let them sneak up here!"

As the winged cavalrymen watched the rapidly approaching flock of Wyvern in the distance, they couldn't help but curse, but they did not lose their composure in the panic.

While Wyvern are troublesome for them, they are not considered a threat.

Leoni ignored everything else, simply raising his saber and shouting, "Watch out! They're Wyvern! Maintain defensive formation and shoot these damned flying lizards down!"

The warhorses neighed, and the winged hussars coordinated skillfully, rapidly changing formations, their hooves kicking up clouds of dust.

These winged hussars were experienced in dealing with attacks from the sky, having fought against flying enemies such as White Dragon, griffins, and demons.

The winged cavalry, wielding their massive shields, quickly spurred their horses to the front, forming a tight formation, almost shoulder to shoulder. They raised their shields high to defend against the Wyvern ' swooping attacks.

The second rank of winged hussars raised their lances, extending them from the gaps in their giant shields, ready to pierce the attacking Wyvern.

The other winged hussars took down their muskets and bows from their backs, aimed at the sky diagonally above, and were ready to riddle these overconfident monsters with bullets at any moment.

In the center of the army, Leoni kept a close eye on the dragons, only to find that they were still swooping down from a hundred meters in the air, seemingly with no intention of landing on the ground to pounce on them.

Their shadows stretched long on the ground, like a harbinger of death, sending chills down one's spine.

Could these Wyvern have come to scout ahead?

For some reason, Leoni's heart raced, and a bad premonition seemed to creep into his mind.

"Whoosh—"

A deafening roar erupted, sending chills down Leoni's spine and making his hair stand on end. His premonition was quickly confirmed! The Wyvern released their claws, and a string of black dots appeared in the azure sky as hundreds of bombs fell freely like raindrops—approaching the ready-to-fight winged cavalry.

Wrong!

These are the real weapons! These cunning Wyvern had no intention of engaging them in close combat!

Instantly, Leoni's face contorted with terror, and he roared in a heart-wrenching rage, "Scatter—!"

Run! Run!

However, it was too late! Although the Winged Hussars reacted quickly and galloped away, they were no match for the speed at which the bombs landed.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the explosion was deafening, flames shot into the sky, and the earth was torn into countless fragments.

Immediately following, a series of deafening explosions erupted, engulfing the tightly packed Winged Hussars, with shrapnel, limbs, and bits of flesh flying everywhere.

Gunsmoke filled the air, dust flew everywhere, and everything around became blurred under the glow of the fire and the thick smoke.

"It's so hot!"

"Ah! My leg!"

"I can't hear you! I can't hear you!"

Faced with this sudden attack, the warhorses neighed in panic, and the winged hussars cried out in agony, no longer displaying their former ferocity.

Among the wounded winged hussars, some lost their arms and legs, some had half their heads shattered by shrapnel, and some were even burned alive on their horses.

Having never experienced such a blow before, this single bombing raid resulted in the deaths and injuries of nearly two hundred Winged Hussars.

Meanwhile, the Wyvern skillfully rose into the air, preparing to change direction and launch another round of bombardment.

Seeing his Winged Hussars suffer heavy losses, Leoni's eyes widened in fury, and his smoke-blackened face became even more ferocious.

He roared in fury, "Damn monsters! You will pay with your lives!"

Leoni spurred his horse and galloped away, chasing after the dragons with all his might.

His eyes were bloodshot. He casually pulled out a long spear stuck in the ground, raised it behind his head, and threw it with all his might, as if he wanted to completely unleash the pent-up anger in his heart!

"Whoosh—"

The spear pierced the air and flew nearly a hundred meters into the sky, streaking across the heavens like a comet before plummeting towards the dragon horde.

"Ah!"

A short, agonizing scream echoed through the sky as an unfortunate Wyvern Rider was pierced by the spear and plummeted from the heavens.

Watching the fallen Wyvern, Leoni gritted his teeth and said, "Never... anger a Fadlanites!"

The battle was gradually descending into chaos. Under the threat from the sky, the Winged Hussars dared not even gather together and could only ride aimlessly.

Suddenly, Leoni froze. He noticed the ground trembling unnaturally, making a dull thud. But the Winged Hussars weren't charging in a group. How could this be? Leoni suddenly realized that the tremors weren't caused by the Winged Hussars! The ground shook more violently, the pebbles seemed to boil, and the sound grew heavier.

Leoni turned around in a panic, looking towards the source of the sound, and his expression froze.

"Your Majesty Aragon"

Thick smoke billowed, Sky-Shading. One after another, steel behemoths appeared on the distant horizon, rushing towards them like moving mountains, and even the river behind them trembled.

These seasoned winged hussars, who had just escaped death, once again let out incredulous exclamations.

"God!"

"On Amanata, can they fly too?"

"This place is hundreds of kilometers away from Carterpa! How did these things get here?!"

They thought they were witnessing a miracle of war, unaware that it was the result of tank formations and "aircraft" working together to rapidly advance deep into enemy territory.

Leoni murmured to himself, "When the Winged Hussars launch a mass charge, the hooves of their horses shake the earth and flood the rivers, and the whistling of their wings makes Dragon War."

These were clearly words used to describe the Winged Hussars, descriptions that filled him with immense pride and honor.

Leoni was horrified to discover that, at this moment, these sentences seemed even more fitting when applied to these enemies.

Because—they are indeed making the earth and rivers tremble.

In the past, he would have faced the situation bravely without hesitation, and even launched an attack, because he had the powerful Fadlan Empire behind him.

But now, he hesitated.

Without the support of the Holy Fadlan Empire, can they really defeat the Embers of the Burned Empire and hold onto the land of North Aisel?

Leoni, a staunch "Fadlanist," suddenly felt somewhat lost and bewildered. His lips trembled, his hand holding the saber trembled slightly, and sweat beaded on his palm.

Can we really win this war?

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