The next morning, sunlight flooded the training ground. The soldiers stood in neat ranks, their faces filled with excitement and a hint of nervousness. The previous day's selection had made them realize the responsibility on their shoulders, and it had also filled them with anticipation at the prospect of becoming heavy cavalry. However, once the actual training began, that anticipation was quickly replaced by difficulty and frustration.
The sounds of hooves, shouts, and even the dull thuds of people falling mixed together, throwing the entire training ground into chaos. Most of the soldiers could barely make their warhorses walk. The moment they tried to speed up, quite a few were thrown heavily from their mounts. As for training with weapons and simulated combat, that was even more out of the question.
Ang stood at the edge of the field with a deep frown. His gaze swept across the clumsy figures in the field, and he sighed inwardly. These soldiers had performed decently enough as infantry, but on horseback, they looked unbearably awkward. Training cavalry was clearly far more difficult than he had imagined.
Quintina stood beside him with her arms folded, watching the bedraggled soldiers in the field. She could not help laughing. "Ang, are you sure you want to pick cavalry from them? Look at them. They can barely stay seated in the saddle!"
Ang shook his head helplessly, forcing a faint smile. "What else can I do? Cavalry are elites in any army, and they play an enormous role on the battlefield. No lord would give up on building his own cavalry force."
Quintina patted Ang's shoulder, the smile on her face growing wider. "I'm sure you can do it." Though she encouraged him with her words, there was a trace of teasing in her tone. "But looking