The surrounding people, driven by fervor and anger, couldn’t hear him, but the man beside him immediately turned his head: "Prince, what did you say?"

The Wolf-faced Prince said, "Something’s not right."

The man’s eyes were red, stained by the scene of the bloodbath before him, and he immediately said, "Of course something’s not right, they’re ambushing us here. Fortunately, the Prince insisted on bringing this Heavy Cavalry team; otherwise, we would really suffer a great loss today!"

"..."

"Prince, don’t hesitate any longer, we’ve already lost many of our brothers!"

As he spoke, the Wolf-faced Prince seemed at a loss for words as well. After all, the Shield Formation ahead was still steadily advancing towards them. Several Turkic Cavalry charged straight into it, only to be instantly pierced through by long spears thrust from behind the shields, then swallowed by the formation. Soldiers behind the shields brandished their swords and knives, sending blood spraying into the air, lingering as a bloody mist.

Meanwhile, the arrows whistled through the air, making the wind seem sharper, the sharp whistling scraping their eardrums, causing pain.

Indeed — they could not fall here.

The Wolf-faced Prince pressed his lips together tightly, suddenly saying, "Act when the time is right. If I tell you to retreat, you must pull back immediately!"

"Retreat?"

The man was also taken aback. The Turkic people had never retreated from a battle, especially with Heavy Cavalry charging against these primarily infantry formations aided by Light Cavalry—there was seemingly no chance of defeat, so why retreat? 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

While he hesitated, the Wolf-faced Prince said, "Promise me, then go kill the enemy for me!"

The man was full of the desire to kill the enemy, and indeed he could not defy the Prince’s words, so he responded, "Yes!"

Only then did the Wolf-faced Prince wave his hand.

With that wave, the man took his command, shouting, "Charge for me!"

At his command, the Heavy Cavalry immediately reorganized and charged down from the hillside!

Heavy Cavalry, unlike Light Cavalry, was significantly larger. Each cavalier seemed like an iron-skinned bull. As this troop of Heavy Cavalry charged down, the ground trembled slightly from the shock, causing the previously solidly assembled shields to vibrate, clanging against each other. The fierce wind immediately rushed through the gaps between the shields, slamming like a hammer against the faces of the soldiers holding the shields.

They widened their eyes, watching the Heavy Cavalry charging towards them with overwhelming force.

The soldiers panicked and hurriedly shouted, "Archers!"

"Quick, shoot them quickly!"

But a storm of arrows flew, only to crash against the iron wall, the sound of clanging filling the air, with the arrows falling uselessly, having no effect!

Now, the soldiers behind the Shield Formation were also in disarray. Seeing the enemy approaching rapidly, some instinctively retreated, shouting, "Run—ah!"

But before they could finish, their cries turned into screams of agony.

The Heavy Cavalry smashed into the already wavering Shield Formation like a mighty hammer, pounding against the shields. The formation that was impenetrable before the Light Cavalry immediately shattered, followed by terrified screams and cries as it broke apart.

The mighty blow had yet to stop. The Heavy Cavalry stepped over the broken shields and the bodies of the screaming soldiers, trampling them underfoot—flesh torn and bones crushed, blood splattering everywhere, instantly turning into a mass of flesh and blood. As the hooves of the horses splashed forward, they stained large swathes of grass with blood.

In an instant, the Heavy Cavalry carved a bloody path through the battlefield!

And as this bloody path opened, the Wolf-faced Prince standing on the hillside suddenly gained a broader view. He instantly saw, beyond the already panicked soldiers, at the exit between two hills, a—a carriage!

A troop set to "ambush" them included a carriage?

What is going on?

By now, the troops on both sides were completely engaged, locked in a mutual life-and-death struggle. Amidst the slaughter, the Turkic were driven by a suppressed fury, intent on annihilating the enemy completely; but the opposing troops were growing increasingly frightened as they gradually recognized their adversaries from the Heavy Cavalry and the coats of arms on the opponents.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Why are the Turkic people attacking us!?"

"Aren’t we allies?"

Upon hearing this, the Wolf-faced Prince’s hand on the reins abruptly trembled.