"Prepare to charge! Swords unsheathed! Small steps forward!"

On the ground where the spring snow melted, the cavalrymen wearing short cloaks and breastplates began to advance. At first they advanced in small steps, like the undulating waves of the sea.

The horses neighed, their smooth fur reflecting undulating oily luster in the afternoon sun, and the breastplates made of fine steel were like polished mirrors, reflecting bursts of white light in the field of vision.

"Raise your gun and aim."

On the other side of the horizon, soldiers in colorful clothes were marching in unison. Following the commander's orders, they raised their muskets and nervously aimed at the cavalrymen in the distance.

The officer did not order to open fire because the shooting accuracy at this distance was very low and it would be of little use. If the effect was extremely poor, it would cause a severe blow to the morale of his own side.

These newly trained soldiers were not veterans who had experienced the battlefield. Many of them were even fighting for the first time. Their psychological quality was not very high. If they suffered a blow at the beginning, they might cause a rout and escape, which was what the officers tried their best to avoid.

However, continuing like this wasn't a solution. The few officers wearing the Fairywood insignia felt downcast as they stared intently at the approaching cavalry.

"Move quickly!"

When they were about 150 yards away, the commander on the opposite side gave another order, and the cavalry began to speed up. The sound of horse hooves became faster and faster, and the ground began to tremble. The surging momentum made many soldiers nervous and their wrists tremble.

But time was fleeting, and when the distance was only 70 yards, the commander of the opposing army gave another order.

"charge!"

Exciting horns blew rapidly throughout the army, and the cavalry pushed their speed to the limit. Their horses' legs spun back and forth at high speed, and the cavalrymen raised their gleaming sabers and rapiers, a flash of cold light. A surge of magical power erupted at this moment, layer upon layer of pale golden light covering their bodies and horses, brilliant and fierce.

"Fire! Fire!"

Faced with this sudden outburst of air waves and military formations, the officers' tense nerves finally reached a critical point, and they issued orders in a hurry.

Continuous gunfire erupted on the battle line. The thick green smoke even temporarily obscured the vision. The dense bullets instantly shattered the cavalry in the front row, sending out pieces of blood.

These cavalrymen advancing at high speed instantly overturned and fell to the ground, and were then submerged by their teammates who were like a tide behind them, like a small splash of water in the ocean.

Then, before the soldiers on the front line could reload and fire the second shot, the cavalry had already arrived.

The sharp saber turned into a deadly blade in the high-speed charge. With just a simple swing, it cut the soldiers on the opposite side. Even the sturdy bayonets and guns were broken into several sections by the saber blessed with extraordinary power.

The cavalry that entered the infantry line continued to advance, waving their sabers again and again, bringing up countless blood. No matter how strong the soldiers who resisted were, they were overwhelmed by this surging charge that was like riding on the wall.

After the battle, several crows fell from the sky, looked at the ground covered with blood and corpses, cried a few times, and landed on the shoulder of an inspecting imperial commander.

He rode a brown-red warhorse, accompanied by several black-clad soldiers. He looked down at the scattered flags, muskets, and corpses on the ground. His eyes swept over them slowly, and then he stood still, his figure shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Well organized, but not enough." He simply commented on the enemies.

"This is no longer the world that can be changed by passion, and the empire will never be the same again." He took off his hat, bowed his head, then put it back on and rode away from this land.

After experiencing rapid expansion in the early stages, the "Fairywood" organization also faced severe challenges.

After receiving the mobilization order from the Regent, about 20 legions directly under the royal family began to gather. They had about 200,000 people, all well-trained and not comparable to those weak and scattered local guards.

The initial formation shooting tactics of Fairywood were quickly learned and cracked by the enemy. This was not a unique skill that could be maintained for a long time. There were also many geniuses and outstanding generals among the imperial officers.

The imperial cavalry also played an important role in the battle, dealing a heavy blow to the rebellious "Fairywood" organization.

These cavalry corps carried out harassment attacks, attacking supply lines and weak units, and when they gathered together, they charged in groups, directly breaking through the infantry lines and carrying out large-scale massacres, putting the "Fairywood" organization, which lacked war horses and cavalry, into various difficulties.

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The Earldom of Windrane, or perhaps it should now be called the County of Windrane.

This is the core and command center of the "Fairywood" organization. A large number of workshops and weapons manufacturing factories are also gathered here. Even though the temperature is cold after the early spring, it is still bustling here, and the roar of various machines is endless.

White steam and black smoke floated above the factory building. Machines were running continuously, and workers beside the machines were quickly processing and assembling parts one by one and then putting them onto the conveyor belt.

They may not have much salary or very good treatment, but no one is complaining at this moment, because everyone understands what their mission and task are at this moment.

Many young people from other places and far away also gathered here. In the simple house, they looked at the rough blackboard with the walls painted black, and learned all kinds of practical knowledge eagerly.

The non-commissioned officers who were rotated down from the front lines kept sketching on the wall with chalk, quickly writing down how to deal with the enemy, how to use tactics, and various key points to pay attention to during the march, imparting the precious knowledge gained at the cost of their lives.

They may not survive the next battle, but these experiences will be passed down from generation to generation and accepted by future generations.

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"The above is what I experienced and how I thought about dealing with it." When the class was about to end, the dry-mouthed sergeant finally stopped talking.

There was a long scar on his neck and shoulder, and one of his hands was missing several fingers. When he spoke, it was obvious that he was not very well educated. Many of his words were not very accurate, and he had a strong local accent.

"Although I am the one teaching you, you must surpass my knowledge and experience and come up with better tactics and countermeasures."

"I didn't receive much education when I was little, and I suffered a lot in life, but I don't want this situation to continue forever."

"The future depends on you." He took off his hat and bowed to his students in a unique manner.

In the silent classroom, there was a sudden burst of applause. Many people even shed tears as they watched the officer who had been rotated to teach limp out of the room.

The battle is not over yet, and both sides will continue to learn and grow in the process of competition until the more advanced and outstanding side completely overwhelms the other.