In the Name of Empress-Chapter 491 - 322: Franks, Take Off! (Part 4)

Traditional cavalry only need to repeatedly charge in heavy armor, and they are proficient in using various weapons.

Long-range javelin throwing, mid-range rifle volleys, close-range explosive bomb tossing, few enemies can withstand these three rounds of ranged fire.

Before they launch their charge, there is often artillery fire coverage.

The enemy, overwhelmed by the ferocious firepower, crumbles in disarray.

What follows is a storm-like charge.

The Forbidden Guard cavalry, as fierce as wolves and tigers, will trample every enemy who dares to resist.

Tonight is the first real battle for the Forbidden Guard cavalry to charge as a regiment-level unit.

The hellish spectacle of tonight flashes many strange thoughts in Tom and Jerry’s minds, but as they charge in the cavalry formation, adrenaline replaces their brains, and takes control of their bodies.

Their blood boils, they howl as they charge, swinging sabers at the panicking enemy.

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This is not war, but a one-sided massacre.

The Prudon Kingdom Army stationed many troops around the fortress, but most were sent away by the super-evolved "Little Boy," and only about fifteen thousand did not die on the spot.

These more than ten thousand lucky ones had not yet awakened from the terrifying inferno of Hell when they found themselves to be the truly unlucky ones.

Those who were blown to death on the spot mostly went to the Netherworld in their sleep, at least not too painfully.

They had to endure both mental and physical torment.

The Prudon people are also religious, they believe in Light.

When they attacked the Wende Empire, the upper echelons of the Divine Court of Light had advised them not to act against their brothers of the same faith, but the kingdom’s higher-ups wouldn’t listen.

At the time, many soldiers felt this was unscrupulous.

The solemn warning from the Divine Court of Light did not deter the Prudon Imperial Family, but planted a seed in the minds of grassroots soldiers, making them feel that the King was defying the Light.

This seed lay buried beneath the soil, only bursting forth at the right time.

Tonight is that time.

Because we struck our brothers of the same faith in Light, we encountered divine punishment!

This was the first thought crossing the minds of most soldiers.

If it wasn’t divine punishment, who could instantaneously destroy a city?

This kind of power is completely beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Without unified command, without the will to fight, some even knelt down, blankly staring at the sky dyed red by flames, letting the saber descend on their necks.

Tom, who was commanding the troops’ charge, keenly sensed something amiss.

He pulled the reins and quickly dashed toward a small mound.

Jerry was a bit worried, as the small mound was not a strategic point but could easily become a target for volleys.

He hurriedly signaled a squad of cavalry to follow for protection, while he continued leading the charge.

The enemy was still in chaos, this opportunity couldn’t be missed!

Jerry, coming from a noble family with a good education, had a little compassion for ordinary people, but not much.

He would mourn the thirty thousand residents buried with the fortress, but that was it.

He would never be merciful to the enemy.

Allowing these people to recover is a crime against his comrades. He kept issuing orders, preparing to take advantage of the chaos to heavily cripple or even annihilate the remnants of the Prudon Army.

However, just as he indulged in bloodthirsty slaughter, Tom, who had climbed the hill, roared loudly.

"Soldiers of the Prudon Kingdom, you have already shown enough bravery. Lay down your weapons, your enemy is not us, this is the Great Goddess’s divine punishment."

"Go back and tell your compatriots, do not wield weapons against the Saintess, or the next divine punishment won’t be so simple."

"Lay down your weapons, I guarantee your safety!"

Jerry, ready to shred the enemy, looked at Tom’s saint-like resolute gaze, sighed silently, forcefully restraining the saber he was about to swing down.

The young soldier waiting to die under his blade was even younger than Tom.

Jerry relented.

Since divine punishment didn’t kill them all, let it end here.

Let these demoralized remnants roll away!