Princess Louise

Dragon Riders were not Dragon Knights, but so-called Mounted Infantry. Their mounts were not fine warhorses, and they trained neither in mounted jousting nor mounted shooting.

In that regard, they were probably inferior even to any random cowboy from the West.

But if the two sides truly clashed head-on, the balance of combat power would definitely be reversed.

The dozen or so holy knights, however, were genuine knights, clad in silver helmets and silver armor bearing the Saint George Coat of Arms, mounted atop tall, fine steeds. Compared to the magnificent horses beneath them, the Dragon Riders' mounts looked like nothing more than stupid, clumsy donkeys.

Leon carefully observed the enemy formation, but it was like a rat trying to pull a turtle—there was simply no good place to start.

"The Englishmen's guns have a longer range than ours, and their bullets are more powerful too. These Dragon Riders are even carrying small-caliber cannons. If we fight them head-on, we'll be at a serious disadvantage."

Texas's intelligence network was fairly capable. Leon knew that the Dragon Riders were equipped with White Crystal Bullets. Even wolves, renowned for their tenacious vitality, would be in mortal danger if struck by one.

"Boss, should we withdraw?"

One of the wolf leaders suggested.

It was not that they were afraid. Charging cavalry straight into an enemy position that had already been set up was simply not a wise move.

In any case, these Dragon Riders were not much more mobile than they were. Besides, judging by the enemy's efforts to dig trenches where they stood, they did not seem to intend to pursue them.

Leon shook his head. "No. If we retreat without even fighting, wouldn't this trip have been for nothing?"

After a brief moment of thought, he settled on a plan.

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