Mikhail drew his sword and addressed the infantry. "Guards Knight Infantry Regiment!"
"Charge the enemy cavalry!"
"Guard Knights, charge the enemy artillery! Charge toward the central high ground!"
Only a countercharge—a countercharge in the opposite direction—could halt the enemy's advance, rather than chase after them.
With Mikhail giving the order, the presence of this venerable old noble kept the allied forces from falling into complete disarray.
Though they had already lost half the battle in spirit.
They hadn't lost it all, though.
Some were retreating, but others were charging forward instead of trying to intercept the enemy.
Reinforcements reached the central high ground, keeping morale from collapsing at once.
Meanwhile, the cavalry circling around from the east was also struck by the countercharge.
Mikhail ordered his men to focus their attacks on the horses.
To avoid being thrown, the Mounted Archers could only raise Magic shields and quickly put some distance between themselves and the enemy.
"Don't let them escape! Charge!"
The infantry, who should have feared a cavalry charge, were now chasing down the Mounted Archers to cover the retreat.
But the war behemoths wouldn't give them that chance.
One major advantage of bringing the war behemoths to the front was that they could look directly at the enemy at close range and fire straight at them.
Another terrifying barrage.
If they couldn't raise Magic shields strong enough, and in sufficient layers, to absorb the impact one layer at a time—
A single hit from this cannon would kill them outright.
Mikhail was powerless against the cannon for now.
What could he do to counter it effectively?
Yes. What could he do?
Intercept it. Intercept it while the army retreated.
If only he could make it detonate early.
Yes, detonate it early.
"Mages, equip yourselves with Blood Shields over