"The Mongols excelled at mounted warfare. The boundless Mongolian steppe provided them with the land and resources needed to raise vast numbers of cattle, sheep, and the horses essential for war."
"The strength of the Mongol cavalry did not lie in their numbers, but in their commanders' art of war."
Powerful music rose. Their Khan had returned, as had their Tengri.
Warhorse after warhorse galloped through the modern city, creating a fantastical sight.
The Mongols' pride, the heavily armored Keshig Cavalry, marched at the forefront, followed by highly mobile horse archers.
Among them was the chosen son who had united all the Mongol tribes—the Khan himself.
Marching alongside them was the Holy Roman Empire's most elite force, the Order of the Dragon Knights.
The towering members of the Order of the Dragon Knights could achieve unexpected results on the battlefield.
The gilded knights stood in a line, their tall, majestic steeds likewise clad in golden armor.
Behind them stood one burly Gilded Landsknecht after another. Though their heavy armor sacrificed some mobility, it also made them nearly indestructible on the battlefield.
The Great Khan exchanged a glance with his general, and they instantly understood each other. The general led a large number of horse archers and a small contingent of heavily armored cavalry, quietly circling out through the city's ruins.
The remaining heavy cavalry and horse archers, led by the Great Khan, prepared to serve as the vanguard and carve a path of battle for the Order of the Dragon Knights behind them.
The Mongol soldiers made their final preparations, their armor scraping together with sparse clinks.
As the mass of enemies in the distance drew ever closer, the soldiers were fully prepared.
Far away, a large group of figures slowly approached. At their head was a youth dressed in