Charge, only charge.
This was the only thought in Arman's mind.
Without the help of infantry, they had already lost this battle.
But the thin formation of the Gallar Array meant they couldn't stop the knights from escaping.
By continuing the charge, they could escape; lying on the horse's back, the emblem flag of three roses flapped wildly on the flagpole.
Behind the frontline formation of the Black Hat First Corps was the second line, formed by the Black Hat Fifth and Sixth Corps.
"Son of a witch!" The adjutant beside him cursed during the charge, "I wondered why this warhorse couldn't run faster? Your Excellency, look at the horse's legs."
Arman looked down and saw layers of sticky white webbing on the horse's legs and hooves. The more the horse ran, the tighter the webs tightened, naturally slowing them down.
He suddenly realized that when they were fighting the soldiers of the Gallar Array, the sticky unknown objects they threw were web projectiles.
