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As the knights charged towards the horde of light cavalry, Frederick raised his lance , embedding the long handle in his armpit while maintaining his posture on the horse for maximum force of impact. He focused his gaze on the closest enemy rider, calculating the precise moment to strike. With a swift motion, he thrust his lance forward, aiming directly at his opponent's chest. As the clash of wood with mail echoed in his ears, Frederick was quick to release the lance; otherwise, he was brought down alongside the enemy. The thud echoed through the battlefield as Frederick's lance pierced through the enemy's armor, sending him crashing to the ground with wood in his chest.
