In the cool morning mist, steel-forged hooves crushed the gravel on the ground, carrying with them the force of a high-speed impact. The red and black lances charged through the mist, piercing the soldiers before them like red and black lightning. The lance tips tilted slightly upward, using the cavalry's impact to tear the enemy apart.

Each of these elite cavalrymen directly from the central part of the empire is equipped with high-level extraordinary weapons and armor. They are armed to the teeth. Even if some muskets are fired head-on, they can only produce sporadic sparks and cannot stop their advance.

After charging into the city, the Blood Lancers split into several well-organized squads and moved through the streets, piercing and tearing through any Clancy soldiers they encountered. The bodies they dragged along painted the ground like blood-red paint. They were highly professional soldiers, ruthless, possessing an iron will and a strict adherence to discipline.

In just ten minutes, the streets of the city were littered with corpses, and the other Clansian soldiers were forced to retreat to some strong strongholds, which also separated them.

Darcy was not surprised by this situation. He stood still in the central open space of the city and waved his hand again, asking his subordinates to stop for the time being.

"Let the follow-up troops handle the scene, and the others will follow me."

"Yes!" the messenger knight replied.

Then, the two black and red knights rode their warhorses to notify the auxiliary legion that arrived behind, and then Darcy led the members of the Blood Spear Knights directly across the city from the central street and went straight to the base outside the city of Lancia.

These cavalrymen were so efficient and orderly in their deployment and retreat that the imperial officers watching the battle could not help but sigh that they were indeed the most shining generals in the empire, and their command and leadership skills were unmatched.

On the rain-soaked fields, these black and red cavalrymen marched across the muddy grass and headed straight for Lancia's base.

Because of the previous attack, only a small number of soldiers were currently stationed at the garrison, and the defenses were not fully deployed. No one had anticipated such a sudden situation. After all, half an hour earlier, good news had been coming from the city: they were cleaning up the battlefield, removing any remnants, and preparing to take over. Unexpectedly, everything changed so quickly.

The chevaux de frise and fences in front of the camp were trampled down by the lightning-fast cavalry, and the flying wood and debris hit the faces of the guards painfully. They raised their muskets and fired at the attacking enemies, but the bullets flew into the fog and had no response.

The black and red cavalrymen who had rushed in through the mud in the morning mist ignored the feeble attack and smashed through the obstacles on their way. They stepped over the corpses that blocked their way and tore through the tents in the camp with their blood-stained spears. Many auxiliary personnel were harvested as easily as wheat, with blood splattering in the cold wind. A number of supplies were also turned into torches during the raid, burning up thick smoke.

In front of the command post in the center, the guards who had no time to retreat formed a steel shield wall. Long spears and magic crystal guns protruded from the shields, like hedgehogs, and kept firing.

Short flashes of fire would occasionally emerge from the muzzle of the gun, and the enchanted crimson-gold bullets would hit the cavalry's armor, creating blood flowers and flames.

Unlike ordinary muskets, these guards all have elite magic crystal guns made in the alchemy workshop, and now they have finally caused casualties to these black and red cavalry.

However, there are still too few of these magic crystal guns, and loading them is also a problem.

After a round of firing, these swift and ruthless cavalrymen arrived in an instant, with Darcy leading the way.

The spear made of extraordinary blood steel swung in a shocking arc in the hand of the star general, and then thrust forward. The tip of the spear flashed seven spear flowers like blooming flowers, directly piercing through the obstacles in front, cutting and piercing the shields, spears, magic crystal spears, and bodies encountered into pieces.

Then, their iron hooves trampled through the debris and debris on the ground, driving straight into it, instantly tearing through the defensive line. Before the garrison commander could issue an order, these powerful cavalrymen began a new round of slaughter.

After a few breaths, General Antar fell unwillingly in a pool of blood, still tightly holding the hilt of the drawn sword in his hand. Unfortunately, his neck had been pierced and he could no longer speak.

After shaking off the blood from the tip of the gun, Darcy stood in the Clansian camp and looked back. Behind him stood a group of black and red knights who had finished cleaning up, and the ground was littered with the corpses of Clansian officers.

"Let's go." He jumped on his horse and no longer paid attention to the dead bodies on the ground.

"promise."

Afterwards, more fires started in the camp, and this military camp, which originally housed tens of thousands of people, also began to burn in the thick smoke, drying up the cool dew on the grass.

With its back to the flames, the black and red cavalry prepared to set off again, heading for the next battlefield.

But at this moment, a wailing and desolate horn sounded from afar, followed by the sound of extremely heavy horse hooves coming from the ground beneath their feet.

Darcy looked at the other side of the field with a little surprise. He raised his hand and temporarily stopped his plan to leave.

"Stay where you are and prepare to fight."

"yes!"

Thousands of black and red cavalrymen were lined up on a small hill, looking in the direction where the sound was approaching.

Some tall figures appeared in the morning mist, and among these figures, the crimson flags were particularly eye-catching.

It is different from the bright rose red of the Crimson Empire, nor is it the dark red of the red and black combination of the Pascal family. This red seems to be dyed with plant stems and leaves. It is simple and calm, with a sense of wear-resistant rusticity.

Suddenly, those figures broke out from the morning mist and appeared in front of everyone.

Heavy horses, about two meters tall, carried orcs wearing heavy armor. They held huge axes and halberds in their hands, and wore crimson cloaks behind them, walking through the fog and mud.

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