The Holy War Veteran Companies at the Peak of Europe: Line-Wedge-Axe!
Clatter-clatter-clatter!
The harbor was like a gray leather drum, its crisscrossing low houses and streets sketching the rough scales and grain across the drumhead. The Royal Cavalry galloping in were like striking drumsticks, pounding out the low tremor of racing horses and stirring the soldiers' cries. On the battlefields of the holy war, whenever the Queen's banner appeared, the rousing cheers were always just like this moment, bringing the soldiers an unbelievable boost in morale.
Royal Knight Alvaro had long since grown used to all this, and he was sincerely proud to be able to raise the queen's banner high! After a brief moment of dazed confusion, he instinctively waved the Royal Banner, as if he had returned once more to the mountains and valleys of Granada, shouting out a fearless battle cry.
"Fe! Faith!"
Hearing the familiar summons, Pedro Margarit suddenly straightened his chest and personally led the most elite eighty-man company forward, shouting to answer.
"Cruz! Cross!"
The elite eighty-man company stepped forward as one, spreading out into three groups at flying speed. War cries burst from their mouths at the same time, yet their footsteps did not falter in the slightest.
"Redención! Redemption!"
"Faith! Cross! Redemption! ..."
Amid the short, sharp rhythm and seething killing intent of the slogans, Royal Knight Alvaro continued to gallop forward, shouting the beginning of the second chant.
"Dios! Lord!"
"Luz! Light!"
"Bríos! Courage!"
"Lord! Light! Courage! ..."
The sergeant major stepped forward again, and the eighty-man company swiftly shifted, dividing into three distinct groups. The front group was twenty men of the "Archer Group," namely bowmen, crossbowmen, and arquebusiers; the middle group was forty men of the "Spearman Group," spearmen holding spears over two meters long; the rear group was