The cavalry’s charge across the open field, relentless as raging waves, was a sight to behold. It reminded of cavalry charges from movies I’d enjoyed years ago. Though ours was about a tenth of the scale.
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
I don’t particularly enjoy cavalry charges, as a rule.
The charge is the crown jewel of cavalry warfare, and every rider loves the thrill of sweeping through enemy lines, but the danger is equally imnse. And I’m no longer just so ordinary knight. I’m a knight who’s beco a lord.
I’ve made it a point to minimize risk and coordinate with my n when attacking the enemy. But could I afford to play it safe when my own territory was under attack?
Risk? Who gives a damn!
My family was in danger!
With blood boiling through my veins like roaring flas, all I could see were the enemy forces that had surrounded Feuzen with five tis our numbers.
The 475 riders charging down the southern hillside didn’t stop, like a car with busted brakes. The enemy, too consud with their assault, had no ti to prepare for the sudden appearance of cavalry.
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
Which made this an enormous stroke of luck for us.
Now close enough to make out enemy faces with the naked eye, the heavy cavalry at the front leveled their lances forward and locked them firmly under their arms. This was the mont to hit top speed.
I clenched my teeth hard.
Matching Mont Blanc’s rough gallop, I kept the tip of my lance steady. Just before impact, I widened my eyes, opened my mouth, and aid squarely at the chest of an infantryman frozen in horror.
Carried by Mont Blanc’s charge at full speed, my lance pierced the infantryman’s chest in an instant. Despite the trendous kickback, I held firm. Strength surged through every fiber of my body.
[E-Rank Tournant Knight (Impact 30%, Defense 30%)]
The infantryman’s body montarily lifted off the ground. The lance that had run through his body didn’t break; it skewered the soldier behind him as well, then stabbed the throat of a third man stumbling backward before finally snapping.
Crack!
Crack! Crack!
Broken lances scattered like flower petals everywhere. The detachnt’s lightly armored troops couldn’t properly defend against the lances and were rcilessly impaled, their lives snuffed out.
[D-Rank Cavalry Commander (Breakthrough 40%, Charge 40%)]
Discarding my lance, I drew the cavalry sword from my hip and cut down the fourth infantryman and those beyond him like sheaves of straw. Screams filled the air all around . But I never stopped. Not for a second.
Like a blood-starved wolf, I savagely tore into my prey’s throats.
To show these invaders exactly why my na is Wolfgang, "the noble wolf," I brought my cavalry sword crashing down like a set of fangs. The thirst didn’t fade. The screams of soldiers trampled beneath Mont Blanc grazed my ears.
Amid the wretched cries of n being ruthlessly crushed, the cavalry swept through the enemy like a massive storm. Now the rebels knew for certain:
The price of trespassing on a wolf’s territory with their half-baked plans.
Just how savage a furious wolf’s fangs could beco.
"Advance! Advance!"
"Don’t stop! Advance!"
There were no cowardly riders here who would fall back after breaking through the enemy lines. Maintaining formation, the cavalry that had punched through swung their swords in every direction, cutting down fleeing infantry without hesitation.
Crack! Crack!
No need to check left or right.
No ti to look behind.
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
Only advance! Nothing but forward.
Before I knew it, my entire body was drenched in blood.
The result of cutting down so many enemies that my hands had gone numb.
When I ca to my senses, there were no more enemies in sight. Only then did I look around and see the blood-soaked heavy cavalry and Gale Knights scattering, then wheeling back to charge the enemy again.
The breakthrough had been flawless, and we’d succeeded in separating the enemy from Feuzen.
Now the enemy would be torn apart by the ferocious cavalry as they shifted to a lee.
Raaaaaah!
"Our lord has co!"
The surrounded soldiers of Feuzen erupted in cheers at the arrival of the reinforcents they’d been praying for. The sight choked up. The enemies who had scaled the palisade were subdued before they could even put up a fight.
Thank God we weren’t too late.
I couldn’t imagine what they’d been going through, holding on like that.
I was proud of my n, who had clung on with everything they had, trusting that their lord would return. August, the military officer in charge of Feuzen’s defense, was covered in blood as he raised his sword toward .
Entrusting the territory to him had been an excellent decision.
But beside August stood one more knight clad in full plate armor. August was the only knight in my household, so who was this? Whoever it was had also been through a bloody fight, drenched just the sa.
It didn’t take long to figure out the knight’s identity. The swirling wave crest engraved on the breastplate, the cloak embroidered with the Streit family’s coat of arms, and a fra smaller than an ordinary knight’s.
It was my noble Valkyrie, Hilda.
A lord’s wife risking her life to defend the territory was exceedingly rare, even in the pages of history. Like Joan of Arc, who saved France, she must have breathed courage into the people of Feuzen.
I really did marry an incredible woman.
I’d always known she was remarkable, but holding her ground in actual combat was on a completely different level.
But the battle wasn’t over yet.
The encirclent had collapsed, but the enemy still had superior numbers and was locked in fierce combat with our scattered cavalry. However, the absence of piken was their misfortune. Being a detachnt, they must have prioritized mobility.
It was only natural that lightly armored troops would crumble under a cavalry charge. After the breakthrough succeeded, the fragnted enemy was hunted down one by one by our riders.
Fiel, leading the Steinhof knights and his personal squad, fought especially like a blood-crazed beast. His beloved wife, Elisabeth, was in Feuzen, and his fury was unlike anything I’d seen from him before.
The sa was true of Viktor.
Feuzen, where his son and daughter-in-law lived, had beco a ho he, too, had to protect.
Each carrying their own fury, they cut and cut again through any enemy who resisted.
In a lee, the enemy’s backs are easily exposed. That’s when cavalry transforms into sothing demonic, cutting down anyone who turns to flee without rcy. And so the tide of battle was rapidly swinging in our favor.
The only cavalry left near were Anton and my personal squad. Anton’s main job was less about fighting and more about frantically waving the banner to send signals.
I’d leave mopping up the stragglers to my n. I had other business.
Now it was ti to hunt the enemy commander.
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