On an evening when the setting sun glowed blood-red, a cool breeze blew in from the east, lowering the temperature a little more.
Even the stench of blood before the Black Gate seemed to have faded somewhat.
Yet battle cries, pounding hooves, and clashing weapons still filled the sky.
The assault on the Black Gate raged on.
After breaking through the Haradrim interception, Allen immediately ordered his Shock Cavalry to rout the Half-orc archers who were still firing.
These creatures had no way to fight back against the pursuing Dúnedain.
Even though they tried to draw the short knives at their waists to resist the cavalry's assault, repeated charges soon shattered their cohesion.
The survivors began fighting individually and lost their ability to threaten Gondor's army.
After ordering the Dúnedain Rangers to drive off the archers, Allen led his remaining few hundred Heavy Cavalry toward the western side of the Half-orc army-Gondor's right flank.
Facing the densely packed enemy, Allen ordered his men into a wedge formation for maximum impact.
With himself and twenty Gryphon Knights forming its sharpest, strongest tip, they pierced the Half-orc formation amid thundering hooves.
Any Half-orcs who stood in their path were flung aside like fallen leaves swept up by an autumn wind, knocking down swathes of their fellows as they landed.
After breaking through the enemy formation, Allen soon joined up with the Gondorian cavalry led by Adrahil.
The prince's heir was in a sorry state. He had been leading his cavalry back and forth to reinforce both flanks of the army, running himself ragged to keep the center's wings secure.
He dared not stop. If he did, the center, still stubbornly resisting the enemy, would soon be surrounded by Half-orcs.
With enemies on every side, the encircled Gondorian soldiers might collapse in an