Reinforcements Arrive

Sir Kylan leaned slightly forward, his sharp eyes fixed on the lines around Tyrol that represented roads, forests, and rivers on the map. It was as if he were already simulating every possible cavalry clash in his mind.

After hearing Karl's deployment plan, he answered in a deep voice without the slightest hesitation: "It is my duty, and I will not shirk it! Lord Karl, please rest assured. My cavalry will do everything in its power to cooperate with the main infantry force. I will personally lead them in patrols and keep watch, ensuring the flanks remain secure! I absolutely will not allow a single Sauron warhorse to easily throw our formation into disarray!"

"Excellent! Hearing you say that puts my mind at ease!" Karl was deeply gratified by Sir Kylan's decisiveness and sense of responsibility.

But then his tone shifted, and his expression grew even more solemn, carrying an unmistakable note of command: "However, Sir Kylan, we must also prepare for the worst. War never offers a one-hundred-percent chance of victory, and this operation carries the risk of failure."

He took a deep breath and looked Sir Kylan straight in the eye. "I imagine Earl Rochefort already briefed you before you came. While granting me command of this operation, he also made one bottom line clear: you and the thousand most valuable elite cavalrymen of Fran City under your command must be able to return as safely as possible. I believe you understand the earl's painstaking concern."

Karl's voice was low and grave. "Therefore, as the supreme commander of this campaign, I am now issuing you an order that must be carried out. If, in the most extreme circumstances, the situation deteriorates rapidly and all hope is lost—for example, if our main infantry force's attack is repulsed with heavy