On the vast Gobi Desert.
The bandits scattered among the pilgrims suddenly realized when the Winged Cavalry were about to charge in.
"It's those winged knights!"
"These persistent beasts, retreat quickly, we're no match for them!"
But retreating now, would it be too late?
Hans, gripping the "Riding Spear of the Armored Cavalry," led the charge into the bandits, wielding the heavy weapon as if it were made of dry wood, deftly swinging it.
None of the bandits could withstand a single bout against Hans.
The bandits, terrified and heartbroken: "Run, this guy is far more formidable than that Patrol Officer!"
The Winged Cavalry remained silent, efficiently hunting down the bandits like killing machines.
They were often shorter than the bandits riding single-humped camels, but the bandits' advantage of height was forcibly neutralized by the Cavalry's individual martial arts and equipment.
The Winged Cavalry could crush the elite Mamluk cavalry head-on.
