At first, the Heavy Infantry thought it was Barbarian reinforcements, because only a cavalry charge could produce such a sound.
The commander of the guard unit gritted his teeth and immediately sent someone back with a message. "Please evacuate at once, my lord Marquis. The camp definitely cannot be held. I will lead the remaining troops to hold off the enemy and prevent them from pursuing you. Please leave quickly!"
But he soon noticed that the Barbarians had clearly begun to panic. After all, they knew they had committed all their forces to this battle. Where could they possibly find another cavalry unit to support them?
Meanwhile, the Barbarian Cavalry serving as bait was being hunted down by two or three thousand enemy riders and had no chance of coming to help them. The cavalry appearing now could only be the forces previously spotted rushing toward this place—the camp defenders' reinforcements.
And that was indeed the case. This force was the cavalry led by Dane, including the remaining two thousand Barbarian Cavalry under his command and several cavalry detachments from the fortress troops, for a total of nearly four thousand men.
The moment they left the fortress, they raced madly toward this place. Although the distance was only a little over ten kilometers, James had warned Dane that the Marquis was under enemy siege.
If he could arrive in time to rescue him, it would surely be of great benefit to his future prospects.
Thus, Dane and his troops spared no effort and rode without pause, reaching the temporary camp far faster than expected. A journey that should have taken over an hour took them only forty minutes.
Along the way, many warhorses were driven to foam at the mouth by the frantic sprint and collapsed from exhaustion, causing many