"For Hamlet!"
"We are the Lord's blade!"
"Slay!"
With a roar, the cavalry drew their sabers and began to charge. The cavalry, who had been tasked with harassment, finally displayed their strength.
Under the firelight, the sabers swung like streams of light. Without flesh and blood to cushion, the impact easily shattered them, and the sound of countless bones crackling echoed beneath the horses' hooves.
If cannons are plows, then cavalry are the combs, meant to rid Hamlet of its lice.
But the cavalry were too few in number, covering only a portion of the area.
Why were the cavalry holding torches? Because in such a dim environment, their allies needed the torches to discern their positions.
Seeing those cavalry pierce through the formation of skeletons, the infantry, who had been waiting on the frontline for some time, finally raised numerous torches, revealing a large group of musketeers.
"Fire at will!"
