"Long live Gendry!"
The cavalry burst from the woods amid cheers, bringing fresh heat to the battle. Golden Quartered Banners flew, and the knights became part of the storm.
The storm surged! Like a black stag bounding through the deep woods.
"Here they come again." Malaquo's eyes widened as he watched that golden tide flood toward the Volantis Coalition Army.
But Malaquo was not particularly rattled. His main force was strong, its legions formed into infantry squares. If Storm opened his mouth to devour them, he would break his teeth. "Tell the Windblown, the Silver Shields, the Stormcrows, and my follow-up forces to prepare to push in."
"Kill them!" The Kingsguard Knights and the knights of the Stormlands charged furiously under Rosso's command. Long axes, blunted hammers, and lances surged forward, and the soldiers behind the shield formation cheered as they joined the fight. Like wind sweeping away scattered clouds, they inflicted enormous losses on the citizen soldiers of Volantis and New Ghis. One Iron Legion from New Ghis was too close to the front and suffered almost total casualties.
Bang! Wearing a helmet with enormous forked antlers, Rosso drew every eye. His longsword swept out, and a Volantene commander's head flew into the air. The tiger helmet landed on the ground with a dull thud.
Lances, greatswords, morningstars-a bloody storm spread in wave after wave.
The sole remaining legion from New Ghis immediately rallied its strength to resist Gendry's main body of knights, but there was no hiding the exhaustion on their faces. The first three ranks built a perfect forest of spears: the front rank crouched with spears angled upward like a thicket of thorns; the second stood with long infantry spears leveled, forming a deadly contour line; the third raised their spears to shoulder height like bronze