"Ah!"
"Kill!"
The cavalry charged in from both sides of the supply convoy. Some used lances to pierce the orcs clean through, lifting them up and flinging them aside.
Others drew their bows and fired. At such close range, the arrows were devastating.
Powerful bows and heavy arrows blew apart the heads of some orcs outright.
The escort force of two or three hundred orcs had no ability to resist such an attack.
Some of the human laborers ran about in panic, but most were so frightened that they curled up beneath the wagons.
Though they worried that these people might set the wagons on fire later.
But since nothing was burning yet, they would deal with it when it did.
The orc guards were beaten senseless.
Some rose up to fight back, only to be speared to death by the cavalry.
Others, frightened out of their wits, fled straight toward the camp behind them.
But whatever choice they made, their fate at this moment was fixed: death.
A hundred-odd cavalrymen had somehow seized complete initiative while attacking the more numerous orc guards.
The cavalry rode in wide circles around the convoy. Every rider fought while circling, whether they were melee cavalrymen or bowmen.
The mounted archers could shoot at the backs of some orcs as they rode around.
Many orcs carried shields, but while they could block one side, the other three were left exposed.
The charging cavalry used the momentum of their circling runs to drive their impact to its utmost limit.
Even heavily armored orc soldiers had only one road ahead of them under such force and sharp armor-piercing spearheads: death.
The human laborers beneath the wagons listened to the screams of the orcs around them.
Some trembled in fear.
One man whose back was still bleeding