The elite cavalry Earl Rochefort had assigned immediately showed their quality.
All ninety cavalrymen had two horses each. One was a carefully fed, strong, well-fleshed warhorse meant for charging into battle, while the other had better endurance and was used for daily travel and marching.
This was done to preserve the warhorses' stamina and explosive power to the greatest extent possible. They would only switch mounts before entering battle.
Charlotte divided the ninety cavalrymen into groups of three and scattered them far ahead like beans, forming a reconnaissance network that covered a vast area in front of and along the flanks of the column.
These experienced cavalry scouts were highly disciplined. At regular intervals, different groups returned and clearly reported the terrain ahead, any suspicious signs, or the results of finding nothing unusual.
Throughout the march, Charlotte's cavalry acted like an efficient and precise early-warning system, standing in stark contrast to the chaotic "main force" ahead.
Karl watched from the side, secretly clicking his tongue in amazement and envy. If only I had an elite cavalry force like this under my command, Carnford's reconnaissance and mobility would improve by several levels!
The column moved slowly for an entire day.
However, when the sun began to sink and the sky gradually darkened, they looked back and found that Fran City's enormous outline was still faintly visible.
After traveling for most of the day, they had advanced less than ten kilometers.
This turtle's pace was downright maddening!
Karl grew extremely anxious as he watched their speed.
If not for his promise to the Count, as well as his deeper plan to weaken Cyril with the help of the Sauron and possibly profit from it, he would have long since led his own transport team onward at full speed.
*This is no joke.