He was not truly going to scout the road conditions. He had to leave this place as quickly as possible and deliver the intelligence into Roland's hands before the Empress Dowager's army reached Clift Fortress.
With Roland's abilities and Clift Fortress's defenses, even if they were caught by surprise, they would most likely be able to withstand the Empress Dowager's attack—perhaps even defeat her forces in turn. Roland was one of the finest commanders in the Carnford Army. He excelled at defense and at making use of terrain and fortifications; his troops were disciplined and possessed an unyielding will to fight.
But if they encountered a surprise attack without any preparation, they would inevitably suffer grievous losses. Many soldiers who never needed to die might lose their lives for nothing. He had to warn Roland in advance and give him time to prepare thoroughly.
Franz drew a deep breath, feeling the cool autumn-morning air fill his lungs. He raised his head to inspect the sky—the sun had just risen, and the eastern horizon was pale as a fish's belly. Several shafts of golden sunlight pierced the thin mist and spilled across the land. It would be fine weather today, ideal for travel.
He hesitated no longer. With a sharp snap of the reins, he picked up speed. At the same time, he untied the reins of the spare horse and let it run alongside him. One man and two horses, switching mounts in turn—this would preserve both speed and endurance to the fullest, allowing him to reach Clift Fortress as quickly as possible.
It was a technique Franz had distilled from years of marching experience—a single horse had to rest during a long journey, or it would soon be ridden into the ground. But with one man and two horses,