Daytime.
Golden Triangle Duchy, outside Auburn City.
On the horizon, a massive cloud of dust suddenly arose as thundering, dense hoof beats appeared, a troop of over a thousand Black Armored Cavalry whistling forth, surging toward the base of Auburn City like a rising tide.
After several days of war, the fall and surrender of many cities within the Golden Triangle Duchy had made the soldiers of Auburn City extraordinarily vigilant. Spotting the approaching enemy, the piercing sound of whistles rang out as they quickly ascended the ramparts, grabbed hold of mechanical crossbows or bows and arrows to take aim. Ready to give an unwelcome and decisive shot to teach the enemy a lesson should they draw any closer.
The commander of the cavalry troops outside the city, Commander Wu Long of the First Glory Cavalry Group of the Northern Border Army of the Blood Radiance Kingdom, furrowed his brow as he observed all this.
