The sight made Viscount Rayne breathe a little easier. He had Two Rivers County to thank for it. The Arms Factory there had sold weapons and equipment in such quantities that it had driven military supply prices throughout the Vela Region right down.
Those affordable, well-made supplies had shaken the entire market and hit many nobles in the trade hard, but they had also been a great help in rebuilding the Northern Alliance Army after the Civil War.
Otherwise, someone as miserly as Viscount Papari would never have bought shields this good for his private troops.
As the shield troops advanced step by step, the shield wall crept forward with them, staying parallel to the camp's outer wall.
Viscount Papari's archers moved in behind the shield wall and began firing at the Barbarians outside the camp. Their task was to suppress the Barbarian archers.
Viscount Papari's private troops were mediocre fighters, but these archers were remarkably skilled. Viscount Rayne guessed they were veterans his late elder brother had assembled.
The moment they opened fire, it worked. The Barbarian archers' volleys thinned noticeably.
Viscount Rayne nodded in satisfaction. Once the Barbarian archers were suppressed, his cavalry could charge.
His Golden Pear Cavalry relied on mobility. Though they wore armor, it was only light chain mail, and the Barbarians' dense volleys could still hurt them.
To reach the Barbarian force, they also had to pass through the few gaps in the outer wall. If an arrow brought down a rider and blocked a gap, everyone behind him would become a sitting duck. Raine had no intention of letting that happen.
So he kept the shield wall moving forward, narrowing the distance to the outer wall as much as possible. That would let the Golden Pear Cavalry burst through it and attack the