Ark: The Cycle of Light and Darkness

There is an ancient word for Dayan, which is called the overwhelming force. It refers to the strong military power, which is like a sharp knife splitting bamboo and breaking through it.

But now, Regulus Harvey has used hundreds of cavalry to prove that even with a huge disparity in numbers, they can still be overwhelming despite the extreme gap in combat effectiveness.

At this moment, a funny phenomenon appeared on the battlefield. It was clearly a side with more soldiers and generals. Facing hundreds of cavalry who could be destroyed in an instant with just a slight encirclement, they were retreating steadily as if they saw a natural enemy. They even fell down before they could retreat. On the ground, he dropped his weapon and was so frightened that he crawled on the ground on all fours, trying to avoid the biting blade.

On the other hand, the hundreds of attacking cavalrymen, although their numbers were far smaller than the army in front of them, were full of morale and marched like the wind, showing no signs of fatigue or fear.

Because they firmly believe that following their general can achieve final victory.

The divided army retreated in a semicircle like an ebbing tide, and no one even dared to encircle them behind the cavalry - God knows whether this obvious offensive move would cause the other party to directly kill a carbine.

But in fact, all the cavalry no longer cared about their surroundings. They just relied on instinctive reactions to chop down the surrounding infantry on horseback to widen a longer path for their march.

There is only one person in their eyes, and that is their general. And their general only has one thing in his eyes, and that is - the other party's commander-in-chief, and the other party's military flag!

Julius understood immediately.

The surrounding armies are unreliable. Halstein's soldiers already have a tendency to obey orders, and although the army he commands obeys orders, it is impossible for them to be brave enough to fight with their lives against the elite cavalry in front of them. burden.

But he would not admit defeat - if he really retreated, he might indeed be able to block the opponent's attack with heavy infantry. After all, although the opponent is elite, it is only a small cavalry team.

But if he retreats, the morale of the army will definitely be dissipated, and the plan to raid Bernburg will be declared a complete failure. It is still unclear whether this army, which is no different from failure, can survive the support of the Royal Court Army.

The person who sent him the information was not really on his side!

Thinking of this, Julius Miller gritted his teeth, as if he mustered up some courage, pulled out the spear that was half-embedded in the ground, and roared at the same time:

"Where are the sharp knife guards!"

"The subordinates are here!"

The uniform voice made Julius feel relieved. This personal guard led by himself is still trustworthy. It is really rare to maintain almost full morale under such a rout.

(Regulus Harvey, don’t you want to kill him? Then let’s see – is it you who kills me, or I who kills you!)

Where the spear is pointing, Julius and him The Guards also moved.

Although in terms of numbers, this veteran of Mecklenburg, his Guards were not conspicuous among the army, but they were dressed in uniform uniforms like Revi's cavalry of the Fourth Army. They were wearing standard armor, holding spears and daggers in their hands, and their resolute eyes seemed unmoved by the surrounding rebels. They were obviously an elite group.

"Knife Guards, charge!

Gritting his teeth, Julius decided that he would lead the attack with his own bodyguards. There were a thousand of his own bodyguards, and as long as they swarmed up, the momentum of the charge alone would be enough to crush the opponent!

He had a large army surrounding him, and he There are elite troops, and he has not lost all his morale. If he really doesn't dare to fight such a battle, then his name will become a real joke.

Cavalry versus cavalry, both sides charge towards each other.

A hint of appreciation flashed in Levi's eyes, and then turned into determination.

Julius Miller is not an unknown person. On the contrary, this guy's reputation is comparable to that of the previous Blood Eagle Jayon Sefa. The profit is much greater. It can even be said that he is the most respected general in Mecklenburg.

Without his support, how would his stupid pig-like master have been able to separat one side and even become the most powerful in northern Kazdaele? The principle of power!

Therefore, this person - must die!

With his legs clamped between the horse's belly, Levi took the lead in rushing into the opponent's formation. At this time, he was like a mad wolf rushing into the sheep, flying sand and rocks. In the meantime, the knife and the spear collided, instantly cutting off the two spears and cutting down the two cavalry closest to him!

The knight on the horse was still looking blankly at the broken spear in his hand, as if he couldn't believe his own The charge became useless - and then with the slowly passing life, he fell to the ground and lost his breath.

Such scenes continued to be staged on both sides of the confrontation.

The cavalry collided with each other, and the soldiers who were knocked away, Broken spears, broken swords!

War horses roaring in pain, and roaring soldiers, fighting against each other amidst the roars, putting life and death at risk!

At this moment, both sides have invested all their strength, All the courage.

However, the expressions of Levi and Julius were completely different.

Julius's expression began to deteriorate, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

He found that even his elite guards could not stop that The man charged in his direction.

And Levi smiled, looking extremely ferocious against the sky-high dust and the blood splattered on his face.

200 meters.

Breaking through 200 meters more, the blade can touch the commander behind the cavalry. Just move forward a little bit, and he will die!