"Woo --"
The horn sounded again. Kant used all his strength to blow the long horn.
The morale on the battlefield was high.
Even if the losses of Rhodoks's infantrymen were increasing, with the help of the horn and flag, they were still gritting their teeth and resisting with high spirits. Even if the casualties were increasing and groups of Rhodoks's skilled spear-wielders began to fall, the demons were still being dragged along, the Archers on both sides of the attack were having a hard time.
This was an opportunity that Rhodoks's infantrymen had used their lives to create for the heavy cavalry!
Kant would not allow this opportunity to fly away.
As the horn sounded.