"Drive the Northern Border rebels back!"
Lothair led the charge, riding out on horseback as he shouted, "Mages!"
The mages understood at once. They cast a large-scale War Magic spell—what had once been called Holy Light's Protection, but was now known as Blood Shield Technique—temporarily giving everyone a layer of advanced Magic shield.
Lothair led a hundred cavalrymen in the charge, with infantry behind them. He galloped over the earthen wall, one hand on the reins and the other gripping a Javelin. Their elite Devil Beast Horses were incredibly fast.
Dozens of machine guns on the other side swept the field with fire. Magic shields flickered continuously around Lothair's cavalry.
One rider fell from his horse, then two, three, four. Lothair roared, "Take this!"
Before the Javelin left his hand, a Magic Array formed in the air. The Javelin shot toward the Reconnaissance Company like a cannonball.
It was incredibly fast—and the Javelins were bombs!
Dozens of Javelins landed in the Reconnaissance Company's camp.
The Reconnaissance Company was, after all, a vanguard unit. They hadn't had time to build fortifications, and the Javelin bombs caught them without any cover. The barrage, launched from more than two hundred meters away, blasted them into disarray.
Lothair led his cavalry onto the Reconnaissance Company's position and immediately spotted Eckley's Tenth Infantry Division behind them. He promptly gave an order: "Pick up those firearms and shoot!"
"Prepare for the next assault!"
The Tenth Infantry Division had naturally noticed the explosion at the river crossing. They immediately formed up for battle and attacked.
But this wasn't Louis's Army. It was the Lothair Army.
It was different.
Completely different.
The Lothair Army was thoroughly disciplined. Every soldier spread out ten meters from the next.
Even a small force spread out to form a vast defensive line.