As he spoke, the cavalry of the Stardust Guards was like a sharp knife, mercilessly piercing the side of the fugitives!

They encountered the enemy earlier than their colleagues from the Chroma family.

The question of the fast rope was answered immediately.

Thales saw: The dozen orcs at the rear stood in formation, forming the first line of defense among the escapees. They turned sideways to avoid collision, and at the same time steadily raised their shields and weapons, bulging out their strong muscles.

Tendons, ready to stop the rushing horses.

The cavalry at the front came to them in an instant and faced their blades.

The prince held his breath.

He thought he would see a head-on confrontation between cavalry and orcs, but he was wrong.

The next second, with a sharp and piercing sound, dozens of small black shadows jumped out from the cavalry and disappeared into the formation of the orcs!

"Whizzing!"

As the orcs cursed and cried out in pain, two of the dozen orcs bent over in pain, and the team of escapees suddenly became confused!

"Cavalry Crossbow!"

Old Hammer exclaimed: "It is indeed the Stardust Guards. This kind of weapon can only be used by the elite cavalry to tear apart the enemy formation..."

Before he could finish his words, the cavalrymen of the Stardust Guards all put aside their crossbows, stepped on their stirrups, and unsheathed their swords and guns while roaring!

They were in close combat with the orcs, but it was still not as head-to-head as Thales imagined.

The first orc swung his ax with both hands and slashed at the first knight who rushed towards him.

The sound of the ax pierced the air, but the knight calmly steered his horse to turn, and in an instant he thrust out the spear in his hand.

The light of the ax and the shadow of the gun intersect in the sky.

"laugh!"

The horses passed by the orcs at incredible speeds and angles.

The knight walked away without looking back.

The big ax struck hard into the sand.

The orc turned around in disbelief and looked down at his chest: a broken spear head pierced his chest from front to back, staining his armor red.

The seriously injured orc roared in grief and anger, and the strength before death surged through his body.

Furious, it turned around, trying to find the next target, but found in despair: the human knights turned around like a swarm of bees after receiving instructions, and like the waves rushing onto the rocks, they instantly diverted and ran from both sides of the opponent.

Drive away, not using up your strength with it, and no longer paying attention to its weak and mournful cries.

"Puff...Puff..."

Horse hooves rolled past, and the orc's fingers could only scan the air feebly.

The next moment, it knelt on the ground and its body was permanently buried in the yellow sand.

It's not the only one.

Not far away, an orc faced the knight charging towards him with a sword, roared, raised his shield, and exerted his strength with his waist and feet!

"clang!"

Occupying the advantage of the orc's strength and body shape, it just swayed its feet and withstood this heavy blow!

But before it could counterattack, a second knight passed by on the other side of the orc.

A sudden cold light flashed.

The saber in his hand lightly scratched the orc's unprotected neck.

"Shua"

In the earth-shattering roar, blood spurted out from the orc's neck, and his shield fell to the ground.

"Idiot." The knight's disdainful voice was mixed with the sound of hoofbeats, and it was only then that it reached its ears.

Scenes like this abound in the first round of the cavalry's attack:

Some orc warriors died from a tricky sprint shot; some orcs were slashed several times by the cavalry passing by at high speed, and finally died of bleeding; there were also skilled orcs who struggled to fend off several knights beautifully but failed.

The next enemy that always appears around them seizes the flaw and cuts open their heads; some orcs swing the ax blade wildly and menacingly, but it only makes the never-ending cavalry more wisely avoid its edge; others

After a round of impact, the orcs were covered in wounds and stood precariously on the spot, looking at their companions everywhere and crying out in grief.

More and more orcs were injured and bleeding, and fell to the ground after a futile rampage.

Wherever the horse's hooves went, all that was left was blood.

War Chief Kandar's voice rang through the sky, but he could not prevent his subordinates from dying.

The prisoners hiding aside were dumbfounded.

"See? This is the answer," Old Hammer shook his head and said, "When two feet stand on the ground, we can't even fight with one of their little fingers."

"But when you step on the stirrups, sit on the saddle, and charge forward with a mount of more than 700 pounds, everything changes. Your field of vision becomes wider, your weapons become longer, and the world becomes smaller."

"Even opponents who were once invincible have inevitably become weaker."

"Even if it's an orc."

Kuaisheng couldn't take his eyes away and seemed to have forgotten to answer.

"Elite, the Stardust Guards are rare elites, don't forget this," McGee snorted coldly: "They are the best of a hundred..."

Old Hammer shook his head and coughed heavily: "Don't forget...cough cough...what they are facing is not the desperate sand bandits and the wise and self-protective exiles, but the countless terrifying forces in the desert, under the Dragon Skeleton Throne.

, the elite warriors of the Cracked Stone Tribe, they are also elite soldiers and strong generals, they act collectively, their discipline is as good as the legionnaires of the stars, and they are as brave as the brave warriors of the North who regard death as their own.”

Mikey turned his head away and stopped talking.

Thales listened to their conversation carefully.

Just like that, the Stardust Guards, who rushed at high speed with the help of their horse power, unstoppably tore through the first layer of defense that the orcs had hastily established.

They didn't care whether there were any survivors in the first round of attack, and went straight into the ranks of escapees.

In the chaos, Kandar's roar came again.

A second line of defense was formed: a dozen orcs holding long contradiction cards stood together roaring, taking care of each other, and covering the flanks of their companions.

Seeing the cavalry approaching, the orcs shouted in unison. Under the command of a leader with a scarred face, they raised their shields to respond to the enemy and raised their spears to thrust out.

However, the leader of the knights who rushed toward it just looked at the opponent's spear array, frowned, and whistled.

The next second, the cavalry all turned sideways, lifted their reins and turned around, bypassing the enemy formation from both sides, giving up the fight with the formation.

The scarred orc roared wildly, seemingly dissatisfied with its opponent's avoidance and cowardice.

But the attack was not over.

The sound of horse hooves sounded again, and this time the attack did not come from the front: a group of cavalry bypassed the defense line, gathered on both sides and turned, rushing towards the unprotected flanks and even the rear of the orc formation!

"On the battlefield, for every extra leg you have over the enemy," Old Hammer sighed under the dunes, "you have one more choice."

"Hula"

The scarred orc roared angrily, batting away the oncoming cavalry sword, and the powerful force brought the opponent off his horse.

But then, a sword struck from the side and chopped off its head.

Swords flashed, blood splattered.

The orcs who stood with it also met an ugly end: either died in a surprise attack from the side, or were penetrated in the back by cold swords and cold guns, while those orcs who turned around to deal with the flanking attack were blocked by a knife in the undefended front direction.

Even if there are surviving orcs, they will often fall to the ground in the next attack when the cavalry is organized again.

The second layer of orc defense, which was attacked from multiple sides, collapsed immediately.

Thales looked at this scene in disbelief.

He still remembered the scene when the caravan was attacked: amidst the screams and sounds of fighting, enemies rushed in from all directions. The powerful force was almost unstoppable. The sharp blades tore apart the bodies of his companions. Someone fell every moment.

Next, blood and death go hand in hand.

At that time, he was waving his shield and sword desperately, suppressing panic and panic, resisting the continuous attacks of the orcs, but he could only fall to the ground weakly in despair and pain.

But now, the orcs, that group of terrifying tribal warriors who made him fearful, were the ones who were beaten to the point of being unable to fight back.

Now, it's their turn to be frightened, confused, and panicked, facing the ubiquitous blades, experiencing the death of their companions and the strength of the enemy in fear and anger.

After this round of impact, the cavalry of the Stardust Guards penetrated the group of escapees diagonally, and rode out of the enemy formation before more orcs moved to encircle them.

They ran a certain distance, reined in their horses, turned around, regrouped, rushed off the highway again, and fought back to the formation.

Sprint, attack, break away, turn around, charge again, attack again, the human cavalry with less than a hundred people repeated this process over and over again.

They were like sharp knives, thrusting out, withdrawing, and thrusting out again, bringing about a new round of bloodshed and harvesting the lives of the orcs.

The prisoners watched so hard that they even forgot to breathe.

Kandar's roar became more rapid and shrill.

"On the chessboard," Dean said with emotion: "Chariots and knights are often the favorites."
To be continued...