Chapter 635: Battle of Rosen (2)

"God is the Greatest!"

"Allahu Akbar!"

"Charge with me!"

The battlefield echoed with the fervent cries of "Allahu Akbar!" as Abbas Pasha's cavalry charged with unbridled ferocity. From atop the hill, they descended like a tempest, their bows taut and ready. The earth trembled under the thunderous gallop of their steeds, closing the gap between them and the Roman flank with breathtaking speed. They maneuverer with practiced ease, releasing a volley of arrows that rained down mercilessly upon the Roman soldiers. The impact was immediate and devastating – a dozen Romans fell in the first onslaught, throwing the left flank into disarray, threatening to break their formation.

Yet Abbas Pasha's strategic mind was elsewhere, his gaze fixed intently on the Roman cavalry. He was a chess master, foreseeing moves ahead of him.