Despite the long gallop, the charging formation largely held its shape thanks to their disciplined ranks and the soldiers' expertise.
The Human Race's cavalry was now in a full charge, with men roaring and horses screaming.
The Franks even had a slight terrain advantage, charging down from a hillside.
Viscount Leo could only hear the endless thunder of hooves around him. Finally, in the distance, purple figures came into view.
Centaurs.
"For His Majesty! For the kingdom! Long live the fearless Franks!" Viscount Leo raised his lance and used his aura to project his voice, making it echo across the plains.
Viscount Leo relished this feeling—not being cooped up in a cramped castle, but thundering across the vast plains on his mount.
'This is what a Knight should be doing!'
A clash like this would normally happen later in a war, after allied reinforcements had arrived on the battlefield.
Now, Robson was letting them enjoy it ahead of schedule.
"Long live the Franks!"
