The silver masked knight sat up a little higher on the horse. The arc of his smile grew larger and larger, as if he was envisioning the spurting blood and devastating screams of the opponents.
The ending was that simple in his eyes – the concave Tower Shield formation only needed to close and surround the enemies in the middle, just like stuffing a dumpling. These dumb heavy metal armoured opponents would be ‘kebabed’ by the lances after a couple easy thrusts and pulls.
He wasn’t worried at all about the ‘ants’ messing up the tower shield formation.
There were three layers of tower shields which were each 3 yards (m) tall. Each shield weighed more than 100 pounds (50 kg), and they were supported by elite soldiers and numerous additional iron rods. With this kind of defensive formation, it would hold the front charges of heavy cavalry for more than 10 minutes.
The silver masked knight didn’t hide his mocking smile at all.
However, he froze the next second, as if he was struck by invisible lightning. His body stiffened and his eyeballs almost fell out of his eye sockets.
Gasps came from the black knights behind him.
The military horses they were riding that normally marched uniformly, even under severe injuries began whinnying and backing off uncontrollably……
Because two to three seconds ago, a thunder like roar came from the other side of the stone bridge –
“God bless!”
The ‘head ant’ who was leading the ‘V’ charge threw his huge black axe forward forcefully after his roar.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh -!”
The axe turned into a grey shadow and spun insanely, tearing up the air and even the space around it.