These knights, wearing mountain bronze armor, formed a triangular arrow formation on the Gobi Desert from slow to fast. As the speed of their horses increased, the scenery around them quickly receded, and the black cloaks on their backs also rose and fell with the horses, rolling in the strong wind like waves.

The charging knights raised clouds of dust across the wilderness. The iron hooves of their horses slammed into the ground, carving out holes in it. Like the violent beating of a drum, the dull sound shook the soldiers on both sides.

Orichalcum is an extremely heavy metal, a small piece weighing more than the same volume of gold. These cavalrymen are all War Order II Bronze Knights, a class that emphasizes strengthening one's physique and skeleton, otherwise they wouldn't be able to wear such heavy armor. Their warhorses are also a special breed with partial Warcraft bloodlines, which, combined with the Bronze Knight's special ability, transfer some of their weight directly to the ground, preventing them from collapsing under the weight.

A bronze cavalryman running at full speed has an overall mass no less than a small truck in the previous life. It is so heavy and solid that it crashes into the enemy formation like a giant hammer.

"Slow down in the back row, keep every two teams three meters away from the front row!"

"The two wings advance, the center moves slowly, forming an inverted triangle."

As the flags in the rear were waving, the middle-level officers on Pullman's side began to quickly adjust their formation, and the central battle line gradually turned into an inverted V shape to better meet the impact.

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Among the spearmen in the middle of the rebel army, there was a young man named Kevin. At this moment, he stood in the formation, his eyes looking forward. The bronze heavy cavalry that raised a huge cloud of dust quickly grew larger in his field of vision. The sound of the earth shaking, the roars of the officers, the collision of guns, and the rapid breathing in his chest were heard. In this tense and terrifying moment, his mind was blank, and he just instinctively followed the actions of his comrades.

Before he could react, these galloping heavy-armored knights had already crashed into the spears in front of them. Suddenly, the spears were broken one by one with a teeth-grinding sound. The soldiers in the first row were smashed into meat paste, and the flying blood flew high and splashed on his face.

Blood dripped from his eyebrows, ran across his face, and flowed into his lips. The blood tasted like iron.

In just a moment, those familiar faces who had trained together turned into bloody chunks of flesh and fell before him. Before he could feel any sadness or fear, these terrifying cavalrymen had already pierced through the human wall formed by seven rows of spears. At this time, he could even see the patterns on the armor of the opposing cavalrymen.

"Forward, Clancy!" his comrade beside him shouted, and the violent sound made him temporarily deaf.

"Forward, Clancy!" Kevin also shouted loudly, his hoarse voice coming from his chest, venting out his fear and terror.

They gripped their spears tightly and advanced instead of retreating. The sound of metal clashing filled the battlefield. Spears were broken, bodies were knocked away, and bones were crushed by horses' hooves.

This was also an extremely shocking scene for these Orichalcum Cavalrymen. Many of them had experienced great battles with the barbarians. Even those warlike and fearless barbarians would panic and flee when their numbers were reduced by 30%. In the end, they were defeated and were chased and killed by them like sheep.

However, the enemy this time was completely different. The orichalcum cavalry used their lances to knock the head of a spearman off, and the white and red mixed together and splashed directly onto the enemies behind them. In previous battles, seeing such a bloody and disgusting scene, they should have collapsed and begged for mercy.

But no, not only the enemy in front of him did not kneel down and beg for mercy, but all the others did too. These enemies were not numb undead, they were still roaring and still moving forward.

But what does it matter even if this is the case? If they are not afraid of killing one, then kill three, kill a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, until they are afraid. The Mountain Bronze Cavalry continued to advance.

"Hold the spear level and advance!"

The officers in the rear were still shouting orders, and rows and rows of soldiers formed neat rows, their spears thrust forward like an endless wave. Even after crossing one layer, there was another layer.

The inverted V-shaped formation was like a giant pocket, enveloping the orichalcum cavalry. Once the cavalry broke through their line and turned their horses, they would have ample space to accelerate and attack from both sides, shattering the line. Therefore, the soldiers in the center had to hold this line, even at the risk of their lives; otherwise, all their sacrifices would be in vain.

Clancy, meaning "the land favored by the stars," was no mere fantasy or distant dream. The texts passed down by the great sage Loran Hill vividly depicted the very formation of this nation. From the people's self-election, the structure of society, the composition and limits of state power, to the obligations and benefits of every individual, all were laid out in detail and concretely for everyone to see.

If you have never seen the light, you will not be surprised by the darkness.

But that day, a ray of light broke through the wall and shone into this dark and rotten corner. For the first time, the sinking life saw the beautiful and magnificent scenery outside the window. The fragrance of flowers drifted in from outside the house, so tempting, so admirable, and so desired.

A seed sprouted, and the impulse in my heart could no longer be suppressed. Even if it was just one step forward, even if it was just a little closer, I wanted to see that bright world, live in that country full of flowers, and break free from the heavy shackles of these hundreds of years.

"Forward, Clancy!"

A soldier of the rebel army struggled to his feet from the ground, clutching the cavalryman's horse's hooves tightly. His legs had already been broken, and he was spitting blood foam from his mouth and muttering and roaring.

The companions who saw this scene from behind couldn't help but have tears in their eyes. They gripped their spears tightly, struggled forward, and roared loudly.

"Forward, Clancy!"

I will never stop, even if my head is broken and blood is spilled all over the ground. Because, following the enlightenment of the great sage Loran Hill, the ideal country is already within sight.

"Forward, Clancy!"

The eyes of the rebels on the battlefield were bloodshot. One by one, their former fellow countrymen, friends, and relatives died in front of them, but they would never give up and would never kneel down and beg for mercy again, even if death was like a sword piercing their bodies.

The fierce battlefield was like a grinding wheel of flesh and blood, madly strangling lives. The West Wind coalition forces and the rebels also fought fiercely together.

Layer upon layer of spears, under terrifying discipline, worked in unison, harvesting lives one after another. After the 20% reduction in the number of noble private soldiers, they retreated and fled. Anyway, they could find a place to hide and come out to make a living after the storm died down. After all, nobles from all places needed experienced veterans like them.

West Wind's front gradually collapsed. After losing the support of both wings, the Mountain Bronze Cavalry in the middle were gradually surrounded by the rebels. They wanted to speed up and escape, but unfortunately these fearless warriors fought with them tightly, leaving them no room to move or speed up.

The long spears pierced through, knocking the cavalrymen off their horses one by one. The sharp daggers penetrated through the gaps in their masks, and blood flowed out of their helmets.

After the battle, the Duke of Rockwall's bronze army was wiped out here, leaving only a few war horses, which let out bursts of mournful cries in the sunset.