Waiting is like storing water, when accumulating more and more, only heaviness remains.
But a charge is like a flood discharge, a single command results in thousands of horses galloping.
The teams of Depro, Diliven, and Peigi met at the junction on Suke Street, amidst the continuous clatter of hooves and the fluttering banners, the three brothers saw each other, looking at those similar yet grotesque faces, and none hesitated as they loudly shouted—
"Charge!"
Woo!
A horn sounded within the team.
Right on the streets of the most prosperous city in the Bert Territory, the three cavalries started mutual charges.
Among the three, Depro undoubtedly held an absolute advantage.
Five hundred private soldiers, all fully armed, helmets gleaming bright, weapons sharp.
While Diliven and Peigi together had only about four hundred private soldiers.
But more importantly, facing such disadvantage, Diliven and Peigi still did not choose to cooperate, and continued to attack each other.
