For the Iron Peak County Military, half of whom were musketeers, a devastating volley fire was their ultimate means of confrontation.
But up until now, no one had applied this tactic in actual combat—Bart Xialing wasn't entirely sure either.
"I know! You're all exhausted!" Bart Xialing walked behind the soldiers, his tone showing not a hint of panic or hesitation, as if victory was already in the bag: "So—fight hard! Once this battle is over, I'll let you sleep for three days and nights straight!"
In the blink of an eye, the brown-uniformed cavalry had crossed the nameless river from the ford, and the leading riders began to speed up.
The thundering sound of hooves echoed on both banks of the valley, drowning out the Iron Peak County Military's front lines. It was clearly just a few hundred cavalry, yet it felt like thousands of troops.
Including Bart Xialing, the Iron Peak soldiers tasked with blocking the cavalry unconsciously held their breath.
