The earth trembled as Warren's cavalry pierced the Steppe People's camp like a sword.
The already chaotic camp immediately descended into even greater turmoil.
The targeted preparations and defensive works within the camp had already been destroyed during the Steppe People's infighting, some by the Steppe People themselves, others by undercover agents of the Crow School and Snake School.
As a result, Warren's three thousand cavalrymen charged in unhindered.
Horses whinnied, and men roared.
Blades flashed, and blood flowed.
Whoosh!
A burst of flame suddenly flared, arcing high through the air before landing on the camp's supplies.
The fodder for the horses immediately caught fire.
Next came the grain meant for the men.
Then a vast swath of the camp filled with firelight.
The flames raged fiercely. Even the well-trained warhorses whinnied in terror, and once their reins were severed, they struggled frantically.
Burning warhorses carried the flames to still more places.
"Put out the fire!"
"Put out the fire!"
Many of the Steppe People shouted.
But at that moment, none of them had any control over their own actions.
Blood-crazed opponents stood before them, while enemies charged past at their sides. Abandoning their resistance to fight the fire meant certain death.
If they wanted to live, they had to kill the opponents before them.
Even if those opponents were fellow Steppe People, it made no difference.
Only a handful seemed to reach an understanding, but that understanding brought them no chance of survival. Instead, it only hastened death's approach.
Stabs from the shadows and bursts of blazing flame flashed out.
They swiftly harvested those lives.
And they showed Warren's cavalry which targets deserved special attention.
Atop their galloping warhorses, the knights aimed their hand crossbows that way.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A rain of bolts fell.
Hundreds upon hundreds of