"Guards, charge! Crush them!" Khan Yamun also made his move, sending out the Khan's Guards who were originally surrounding him.
Instantly, the sound of hooves thundered across the land.
A steel flood, flashing gold, surged out from the Tukan Army.
Only twenty thousand troops, and yet they carried the terrifying might of hundreds of thousands.
To become part of Khan Yamun's Guards, selection was naturally of the highest tier.
All warriors stood at least 1.8 meters tall, fully grown Tukan People, broad and stout, with arms seemingly thicker than legs.
They all rode mighty Tukan Warhorses, clad in golden Far East Bright Armor, with long-handled weapons suited for charging on one side of the mount, and short weapons for slashing on the other, while holding riding bows in their hands.
Besides that, there were some non-standard short weapons chosen according to personal preference.
This was truly armed to the teeth.
