Fujero had initially been taking a tentative approach. Now that he saw the enemy had created the promised chaos, how could he possibly let this opportunity slip away?
"Move out!"
And so, some fifteen hundred cavalrymen charged forward, fanning out into battle formation.
Aside from the Panda Warriors, the remaining thousand-plus soldiers of the Thorn Corps were all cavalry.
The unconcealed thundering of hooves suddenly intensified, a heart-pounding roar that shook the very heavens.
For a surprise attack, the more mobile cavalry were the obvious choice.
At this moment, the distant horizon where sky met earth was already glowing the color of an egg yolk. For the soldiers of the Thorn Corps, who didn't suffer from night blindness, it was more than enough light to see.
So even in the dim, hazy light, they still maintained their practiced formation.
