My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 819 - 279. If our iron hoof continues to advance..._2

Chapter 819: 279. If our iron hoof continues to advance..._2

They fell into the hands of the Highlanders as nothing but a beautiful encounter.

But that did not prevent the existence of the Shadow Mane War Horses, with their superior endurance and load-bearing abilities, from giving rise to the terrifying military unit known as the Xico Winged Cavalry hundreds of years later.

"Advance at a walk! Prepare to charge!"

The Valande Knight issued the command in a loud voice.

He urged his magnificent steed to walk forward, and the other Knights, shedding their camouflages in the darkness, followed their Commander in formation, slowly picking up speed.

The silvery gray Armor Plate of the Winged Cavalry reflected the purple light of The Creation of the Star Realm in a strange way, as if cloaked in a layer of dimness.

They followed the large group in utter Silence, with the 500 heavily armored Cavalry led by 20 Captains at the front, each progressing at their own pace.

They had to arrange their formation before the wall charge was fully initiated, and their warhorses also needed some time to "warm up," to transition from a trot to a sprint to full-impact acceleration over nearly a kilometer.

This was the only flaw of the Shadow Mane War Horses.

Their weight made it difficult for them to start instantly like the Witch Hunters’ demon-hunting steeds; they needed a bit of time to truly charge forward, but believe that once they did, there would be very little on this Continent that could withstand their charge.

At least for the past three hundred years, the Xico Winged Cavalry has proudly maintained an unbeaten record in their "collision tests" with countless enemies.

Of course, this was limited to face-to-face Warrior charges and fights; for the Pioneer Army that feared their charge and cowardly used the pitiful Psychic Plague to steal victory from the hands of these valiant Heavy Cavalry, that was another dreadful story that happened two years ago.

Even though two years had passed, every time the Valande Knight, now spearheading the charge, remembered the scene of the "never retreat" Xico Winged Cavalry’s defeat when Westerburg fell, he still felt waves of shame.

He knew that the memory of that disgrace would follow him for life, and he was sure that the same shame weighed on the hearts of all the brothers and sisters following him at this moment.

That was the first time they had fled the battlefield before the end of the fight!

Even though it was by the last order of the old Earl.

They chose duty over battle, but at the same time, they became what they had once despised—cowards.

After losing their city and retreating to the forests, they still fought against the invaders on their own lands for two years, driven not only by the unwillingness to surrender their homeland but also perhaps by that shame.

Everyone kept silent about that day, as if it had become the last taboo of the Winged Cavalry.

That included Valande himself and his wise and powerful wife.

But those things could not be escaped!

Especially when facing the duty of war again, the interrogation from the past undoubtedly brought a tormenting pressure.

If it was not managed properly, that pressure could turn into anxiety and eventually into resistance and Fear.

And the best way to face Fear was...

"Knights! Raise your heads!"

The Grey Vulture Knight’s deep voice rose over the acceleration of the warhorses beneath the night sky, and with the rumble of hooves on the ground, he bellowed:

"The Winged Cavalry has never charged with their heads down since its founding. That’s not just to see the enemy in front of us clearly, but also to let our enemies see us.

The tremor of the ground heralds our arrival, the sweep of our Lances signals their departure.

This is our legacy!

Lift your heads, look at them, look at our enemies!"

That wasn’t enough.

Valande knew that this was far from sufficient for a pre-battle speech, but he had previously only been a charge Commander; such speeches were always delivered by Count Cico.

And their current Earl...

Well, maybe it was enough to this point?

He thought so.

But the very next moment, a voice from the second squadron to his left rear side, surprising Valande so much that he nearly fell from the saddle of his horse in the cold wind, followed his words in the darkness of the night.

It was the voice of a woman...

No, it was the voice of a girl!

Clear, gentle, even with a hint of youthfulness.

"Knights!

I know you all dwell on the past defeat and see it as the dishonor of fleeing without fighting; I know every one of you tosses and turns each living night because of this dishonor.

It was the first time the Winged Cavalry turned their backs on the enemy on the battlefield; it was also the first time the lands of the Westerly Territory you guarded were trampled by the enemy without being able to respond.

It was our first defeat!

That bitter feeling always remains fresh in our memory."

The girl’s voice shouldn’t be loud enough for all the Cavalry who had just completed their formation changes to hear under the dark skies, but Lady Sunny’s Psychic Skills made the child’s voice at this moment even louder than the increasingly noisy beats of the galloping horses.

This scene was very much like the previous battle declarations from old Count Cico before every battle, when Cavalry gathered speed to form an indestructible torrent of steel, like adding a Pyrogold Catalyst to a steam furnace, causing the ordinary steam to become fierce.