More than thirty war horses, carrying cavalrymen in armor, galloped out of the city.
The wind and sand were kicked up all the way, and the man looked up and saw the milky-white giant tower, tall and majestic, heading towards the sky covering the earth's mantle.
The cavalry all wore light leather robes and special helmets, with their spears tucked under their armpits and their hands holding the reins. This was a weight that the horses could bear well.
They crossed the mountain pass and flew past the high slopes. The man asked them to use a speed close to the charge. The flag bearer held the flag of the city of Alain Biyin high, and the fluttering flag followed closely behind the man, guiding them later. their direction.
This giant tower that is said to lead to the human world was built on a hill.
As the distance gets closer, you can see dense black dots and brown lines on the white tower, hidden in the thin clouds.
The man knew that the black dots were the superior slaves who built the tower, and the brown lines were the scaffoldings erected on the giant tower.
Tear it down, knock down that tower that oppresses everyone!
As the man got closer and closer to it, this thought became stronger and stronger in his heart. His hands holding the horse trembled, unable to control themselves.
They rode quickly, braving the gloomy and sinking sky, and pursued forward.
"Consul, I just saw horse hoof prints!" shouted the rider behind him holding the city-state flag.
"Where are we going?" The man did not stop his horse.
"That side of the tower, almost directly opposite!" the rider replied.
The man pulled the reins, adjusted the direction slightly, and headed towards the milky white tower.
They faced the north side of the giant tower and followed the avenue paved with five layers of various types of gravel. There were muddy fields and bushes crisscrossed by paths on both sides.
The giant tower looked majestic from a distance, but as they got closer, the unimaginably huge impression shocked everyone.
The man raised his head and saw a broad shadow.
There were mountain passes and slightly higher gentle slopes on both sides. They walked on the road that climbed toward the hills.
Suddenly, the man had a premonition of something. There seemed to be death lurking in the shadow of the giant tower!
"Charge! Charge! Charge through here!"
However, the premonition came too late.
On both sides of the mountain pass, on the steep slope, wooden bows poked out like frightened birds. Those high-class slaves, with bare arms and no armor, shot out rows of arrows, breaking through the wind. .
A clanging sound was heard on the armor, and the horse under the man screamed from the stinging pain. Several arrows hit its thighs. It lowered its head and rushed forward with all its strength.
The rest of the cavalry also rushed out of the dense arrows. They leaned down reflexively to avoid the arrows. A small number of arrows pierced their leather armor and the flesh and blood of their horses, causing both men and horses to scream.
"Get up there, they have no armor!"
The man buckled down his face-covering helmet, pulled the reins, drew out his sword, and led everyone to charge up the gentle slope.
These were all high-class slaves temporarily recruited from the labor force of the Arrow Tower. Before they had time to put on their armor, the slaves at the front were frightened by the menacing horses. Then, the man on the horse slashed his long sword.
With a crash, blood spurted out from the slave's neck.
Seeing the consul charging forward bravely, the rest of the cavalry held their spears in their left hands and drew their scimitars with their right hands. They rushed up the gentle slopes on both sides and cut open the flesh and blood of the slave soldiers like melons and vegetables.
In just three-quarters of an hour, those superior slaves holding bows died and fled.
But the battle is not over yet.
The man suddenly heard the continuous sound of horse hooves on the plain outside the mountain pass.
"Array, array!"
After roughly judging how many people there were, the man shouted.
After saying this, the man gave his mount a kick with his spurs. The horse felt the pain and hurriedly ran down the gentle slope.
The other thirty-two cavalrymen followed suit.
The horses wounded by arrows screamed, and under the control of their riders, they descended the gentle slope and followed the man at a trot.
As soon as he ran out of the mountain pass, the man saw dozens of high-class slaves on pack horses or on foot, holding various weapons, coming from the left and right sides. They were not lined up, and there was nothing. The rules are just to rush towards them with all their strength, just to delay their steps.
In the gap between the figures, the man saw two figures in black robes in the distance, running towards the backs of the superior slaves.
"Damn it, we can't let them escape." The man immediately raised his sword and ordered, "Form up the team, form a formation, we are ready to charge!"
Then, the man turned around and selected six cavalrymen and said, "You guys, please don't get into a fight. Follow me."
The cavalry took the order, and the captain who took the lead didn't say much, but just said that they would catch up as soon as possible.
Then at an order, the cavalrymen raised their spears one after another, formed a wedge formation, and charged towards the superior slaves on the pack horses under the battle cry.
Horse hooves clattered across the plains. The war horses lowered their armored heads and charged after a trot. More than thirty spears were raised, with cold reflections on their spear tips.
How can the pack horses under the superior slaves compare with war horses? When the war horses neighed like wild beasts, those pack horses who had never experienced war and only transported stones day after day were frightened and aroused their primitive instincts. The hooves were trembling, and several pack horses even ignored their master's control and ran away against the reins at very fast speeds.
The remaining pack horses tightened their hooves before the charge of the war horses, lowered their heads in fear, and changed from the initial charge to a trot.
The figures of the cavalry were getting closer and closer, until finally, they suddenly accelerated and rushed into the faces of the superior slaves.
Then, the tails of the pack horses crossed with the heads of the cavalry. The cavalry shouted loudly, and the lances poured into them with all their strength suddenly broke, and behind them were the impaled enemies.
The men and horses screamed.
The scene suddenly became chaotic.
There was an explosion on the plains, and the timid ones fled, throwing down their weapons and running like a scattered flock of sheep.
The man seized the opportunity and, together with the six cavalrymen he had just selected, passed the group of superior slaves and left the battlefield. He spurred on his spurs and headed straight in the direction where Myron and the prince escaped.
In an instant, they jumped out of the mountain pass, and several people lined up on the galloping horses. Their horses were injured by arrows, which also stimulated the full potential of these beasts.
Finally, when they crossed a hill, the man finally saw two figures in black robes again.
They were followed by eight cavalrymen, fleeing into the distance quickly without stopping.
The leader, Myron, turned back with a premonition and happened to catch the man's gaze.
In the cracks in the visor's helmet, the man's eyes were filled with anger.
"I'm catching up with you, Myron!"
He gave an order, and the six people around him spurred on their spurs and headed straight towards Myron and the prince's group. They straightened up their prepared spears and roared away.
