I Am the Minecraft Master, Not the God of Light!

Chapter 96. When Iron Hooves Trample, Dawn Arises!

Markov still remembered the saying Ian had shared with them.

Tens of thousands of people, boundless and endless.

What was the concept of a 300,000-strong army?

In the relatively honest Roderick Continent, a 300,000-strong army was simply 300,000, no more, no less.

But in Ian's homeland, with its feudal dynasties where military strategies reached their zenith, they would make the main banner a little bigger and plant military flags everywhere.

The army's commander would dare to claim he had a million soldiers.

After all, once an army exceeded 100,000, to the naked eye, there was little difference between 300,000 and a million.

Just as now, Markov and the others stood on the vast, empty grassland, facing a black line surging like a tide from the distant horizon.

From afar, even the pebbles on the ground began to jump.

As time passed, this vibration even added a earth-shattering roar.

It was as if the sun had been covered by a curtain, and wherever it passed, there was only the shadow of the earth.

The march of a 300,000-strong army, just the aura alone, was enough to scare many people to death.

But Markov and his men stared calmly, holding their horses and gazing into the distance.

Even when the distance between the two sides was only about a thousand meters, and the surging military force roared as it crushed forward.

Markov, including the Dawn Knights behind him, had a hint of disappointment in their eyes.

"A rabble…"

Markov murmured, looking down on the 300,000-strong army with an air of superiority, commanding two thousand five hundred.

It wasn't that Markov was arrogant, but the army of the Bilka Principality was simply pitifully weak compared to the Dawn Knights.

The cavalry was pieced together and didn't even reach five thousand, archers were non-existent, and the armored troops were only a little over fifty thousand.

What was that?

Ulyer Er stood leisurely beside Markov, wiping his spotless enchanted bow.

"Commander Markov, how many rounds of charge do you think they can withstand from the Dawn Knights?"

Markov simply smiled and did not answer.

Two thousand Dawn Knights and five hundred Night Watchers charging into an army of 300,000 sounded like a fantastic tale.

But Ian could find a reference for this in his homeland.

Blitzkrieg Poland!

Cavalry of flesh and blood charging tank divisions, that scene, what more than a tragic can summarize it?

In that battle, a certain H made the world understand that the era of Don Quixote was over.

And this battle was just like that.

The Church of the Dawn will make the world understand that the human-wave tactic has come to an end.

The Dawn Knights were more powerful than a certain H's tank army, but the Bilka army was far inferior to the Polish cavalry.

This was more like the reshaping of the worldview of cavemen in the ancient, blood-drinking era by a heavily armed combined arms unit in the age of hot weapons.

Two thousand men, taking alchemical potions, wearing nearly twenty tons of iron armor, and even the warhorses beneath them were covered in five or six tons of horse armor.

Not to mention 300,000, even if the Bilka Principality's army had a million, it wouldn't be enough to kill.

Compared to the Dawn Knights, the Bilka Principality's army was more like primitive people without weapons.

The most crucial point was that the Dawn Knights under Ian's command, even if they fought to the last man, could still charge frantically, shouting "Dawn Forever."

But the Bilka Principality's army…

Ian didn't think they had the will of steel.

An invincible army forged of steel, coupled with an iron will, what such an army meant was probably unnecessary to say.

Now, everything was ready except for the opportunity, and Markov and the others only had to wait for a reasonable opportunity to counterattack.

The armies faced each other across the wilderness, and Leo rode his tall horse, standing in front of the army, gazing at the silent Dawn Knights on the opposite side.

Even as an enemy, he couldn't help but sigh.

"It is an elite and invincible army, but… ultimately too few."

There was nowhere to ambush in this wilderness. Leo had sent people to scout, and there were only these two thousand people here.

No matter how elite the opponent was, they would be powerless to turn the tide in the face of a 300,000-strong army.

"The remnants of the Fobos family still have some ability. In such a short time, they can pull out so many heavy cavalry."

Leo narrowed his eyes slightly, then shook his head after a moment:

"It ends here."

After thinking for a moment, Leo was still somewhat envious of this heavy cavalry.

Coupled with the Winged Archers, if they could be incorporated, this army would definitely be the core force for him to attack the royal capital.

Even after he ascended the throne, this army would allow him to become a top force in the eastern and remote region of the Hundred Clan Alliance.

Thinking of this, Leo rode forward.

Putting on a gentle and reluctant expression, he said loudly:

"Warriors, lay down your weapons, why sacrifice your lives for something not worth it?"

"We are originally comrades under the same country! Our strength should be united and directed towards the Demon Race that should be truly hated!"

"Fratricide, how cruel!"

This persuasion, however, never received any feedback from the Dawn Knights.

Two thousand Dawn Knights and five hundred Night Watchers stood quietly in place, staring indifferently at the army of the Bilka Principality.

Leo's words did not enter their ears at all.

Leo's heart sank, and he casually pointed to the army behind him.

"Look at the army you are facing! A 300,000-strong army, royal capital heavy cavalry, royal capital guards!"

"Behind us is the power of more than thirty cities of the Bilka Principality, what about you? Relying on two barren border cities?"

"You are all excellent warriors, I really can't bear to annihilate you, you are originally innocent people, I believe, you have all been bewitched and have no choice but to do so."

"Lay down your weapons, I guarantee, the royal army will not hurt you in the slightest!"

But the Dawn Knights remained unmoved.

Leo's lonely echo reverberated across the wilderness, making Leo feel somewhat awkward for a moment.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Leo took a deep breath and continued:

"I promise you that as long as you surrender, neither you nor your families will be held responsible!"

"I will offer you even more generous rewards, higher compensation, more dignified jobs for your families, and a more prosperous living environment."

"As long as you lay down your weapons and do not resist, I promise you that you will be the most important legion under my command, Leo Bielka!"

"I promise you endless glory and money!"

A few birds leisurely flew across the sky, gradually disappearing with Leo's shouts.

Leo's face had completely darkened.

"Commoners... stubborn and unyielding!"

The magician floated to Leo's side and whispered:

"Your Highness, these guys don't seem very smart..."

"I can see that."

Leo sneered and regained his previous arrogance.

"Forget it, kill them, take their equipment, and we can still arm such elites, even... even more obedient!"

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After speaking, Leo rode his horse back into the formation and said loudly:

"All troops, listen to my command! Whoever kills the enemy general will be promoted to Baron! The first to break through the city will be promoted to Viscount and rewarded with one thousand gold coins!"

"Charge! Leave no one alive!"

Under the lure of noble titles and gold coin rewards, the 300,000-strong army immediately rushed towards the Dawn Knights like hungry wolves, roaring furiously.

Three hundred thousand besieging two thousand five, this battle was purely a pie in the sky.

What they were considering was not whether they could win, but whether they could grab a kill.

The earth began to tremble, and the gravel jumped restlessly like fish on a frying pan.

The charge of 300,000 people stirred up a cloud of dust that blotted out the sky, rolling and mighty, like a sandstorm sweeping in.

But neither the excitedly charging army nor Leo, who was sitting in the rear, noticed that.

As they began to charge, the Dawn Knights, who were like cold machines, finally had expressions other than indifference on their faces.

That was an expression even more excited and fanatical than the Bielka Principality's army, which was enticed by noble titles.

Markov clenched his weapon, his eyes fixed on the cavalry charging in the front.

Closer!

Even closer!

One hundred meters, fifty meters, ten meters...

"Clang!"

Along with the sound of a weapon chopping and breaking on armor, the greedy and joyful expression on the face of the leading knight in the Bielka army froze.

"Finally, they've taken the bait!"

Markov grinned, his smile falling into the eyes of the knight, who was full of astonishment, like a demon opening a huge mouth full of lava.

Before he could react, he saw Markov draw his sword and chop down.

The cold light cut through the space, and hot blood soared into the sky. The knight and his steed were split in two and fell to the ground, stirring up dust.

Markov raised his greatsword, which was unstained with blood and still shimmering with a cold light.

"May the Dawn last forever! Unlimited counterattack! Kill!"

The Dawn Knights, who had been as silent and dead as a mountain, instantly transformed into erupting active volcanoes.

"Kill!!!"

Two thousand horses went from silence to full speed in just an instant.

Too many things can happen in an instant.

For example, in this instant, the situation of the Dawn Knights being besieged was instantly reversed.

In this instant, thousands of Bielka soldiers who had charged the fastest were smashed into pieces by the iron cavalry.

In this instant, Leo's dream of taking down the rebels, reorganizing the army, and returning to the capital to ascend the throne was shattered.

Blood splattered and severed limbs rained down.

The iron hooves of the Dawn Knights swept across, pulling out a crimson torrent.

The boundary between life and death was embodied by the charge of the Dawn Knights, pressing towards the Bielka army.

Wherever they passed, whether it was the attack of steel knives or the defense of shields, nothing could stop the Dawn Knights for even a breath.

The long-planned expansion war of the Dawn God Sect entered an unstoppable frenzy when an unknown knight chopped Markov with his sword.

Bearing the glory of "Where iron hooves pass, there is dawn," the Dawn Knights were all afraid of being a step slower than others.

When the war starts is up to the Bielka Principality to decide, based on the Dawn God Sect's need for reputation.

But when the war stops is up to the Dawn to say.

Leo sat on his horse, staring blankly at the war that had instantly turned into a Dawn Knight slaughter game.

Watching his powerful knights hacking and slashing in vain, while the opponent's casual slash could split them in two on the spot.

Watching the army that he had been confident in, the army that he would use to fight for the throne in the future, being teased like chicks.

Watching the soldiers on the front line, who had been crying and shouting "Demons" in tears, begin to rout and flee less than a minute after the start of the war...

"No!"

"It's not like this!"

Leo could no longer maintain his elegance and decency as a prince, and roared at the army with a hoarse voice.

"It's not like this! It shouldn't be like this!"

"They only have two thousand five hundred people! No! This is impossible!"

The next moment, a knight's head was thrown to Leo by Markov from afar.

That was one of his most proud knights...

Leo was silent, sitting on his horse in a daze for a while.

After a long time, Leo's eyes turned red and his veins bulged.

"This is not the war I understand at all!!!"