Chapter 352 - 309 Enemy Attack
Under Nesol’s command, nearly ten thousand elite troops split into three divisions of left, center, and right wings, with the left wing mostly consisting of lightly equipped Archers and Spearmen. Upon seeing Prince Tyrone with a hundred or so Cavalry, he ordered the flag to be raised, and several hundred armored Cavalry rapidly closed in.
"Enemies, too many enemies! They are everywhere!"
Several Scouts beside Prince Tyrone pointed frantically at the swiftly advancing enemy forces.
The Prince’s limbs turned icy cold, his mouth agape, utterly unprepared for an ambush here.
Instead, his adjutant quickly took command,
"Steady! Steady! Raise your shields, Archers, get ready to shoot!"
Facing the approaching Cavalry, the soldiers of Danschel erupted in disorderly shouts, chaos everywhere among their own ranks, accompanied by the thunderous sound of galloping hooves across the plains.
"For the glory of the Gods!"
Nesol, holding his Sword aloft, watched the flag flutter in the wind, as the Cavalry plunged closer, clashing instantly, the thrust of their spears effortlessly claiming dozens of lives.