Toward evening, Dexhil arrived at the Viscountcy of Haine. Looking at the chaos unfolding there, his expression turned grim, though he did not let emotion drive his actions.
For an army commander, personal sentiment was the greatest taboo, as it would severely impair one's judgment.
"General Muller, lead your forces to scout the enemy situation. If you encounter small enemy detachments, you have discretion to act; if you encounter large ones, send word to me immediately."
"Yes, Lord Dexhil."
Muller sat in the saddle, saluted with a fist to his chest, and then led his fifteen hundred Temple Knights straight ahead.
High in the sky, Kyle quietly watched Dexhil's deployment without descending to participate in actual command.
He only needed to claim those thirty battle merits back. As for the command of the ground troops, that naturally fell to Dexhil.
Fifteen hundred Temple Knights and three thousand Red Sun Horses galloped rapidly across the earth.
Compared to Red Phosphorus Horses and Azure Purple Horses, Red Sun Horses were beasts from Wakarim World. In the main world, they belonged to the tier of ordinary beasts, lacking stamina, so their shortcomings could only be made up for with numbers.
In a small town of over a thousand residents within the Viscountcy of Haine, more than a hundred soldiers swaggered into town and began to pillage.
"Search carefully, and don't let those outsiders off easy," an officer clad in leather armor ordered arrogantly, glaring at his subordinates.
A soldier of slightly higher standing wore a flattering smile as he chimed in, "Rest assured, sir. Every single copper coin in this town belongs to you and the viscount, and we won't let those outsiders take advantage of it."
"Hahaha, I like hearing that. When we get back, I'll give you a few silver coins."