Mario witnessed it all. He first let out a sigh of relief, then frowned.
The complete annihilation of the Black Riders made him feel somewhat relieved, but their willingness to die to the last man left him baffled—he could not understand why Shalin's side insisted on doing this.
Over the past several days, whether they had sent small groups of dozens of Black Riders or larger groups of hundreds, the result had always been the same: every one of them died in battle.
He did not have much talent for command and did not know how to accurately describe the situation, but he felt that instead of launching wave after wave of infiltration attacks, it would be more effective to gather their forces and launch a full-scale offensive.
"What's the point of such pointless suicide?" Mario could not help muttering. The Black Riders had burned down the granary and left him hungry for half the day. In his view, it was annoying, but not unbearable.
The commander of the Red Maple Cavalry Regiment nearby heard him. He turned and glanced at Mario, then said expressionlessly, "Whatever the point is, there's no need to think about it. General Soren said it himself: Shalin fights Shalin's way, and we fight ours—if Shalin wants to throw their lives away, let them. We just follow the plan."
"Uh, yes." Mario lowered his head and answered quietly.
The commander of the Red Maple Cavalry Regiment ignored Mario and looked toward the distant battlefield. Once he confirmed that all the Black Riders had died and there was no chance for his regiment to intervene, his expression turned stern. "All right. Looks like we aren't needed here, so we'll enter the mountains. As the vanguard, we'll take a look for everyone and see what other tricks Shalin