Strike

Wave after wave of harassment roused a wave of anger in every soldier of the Aldo Army.

Although the archers within the Aldo Army were also fighting back desperately, their targets were moving targets—the Orcish Cavalry thundering past on horseback—while the formations of the Aldo Army were stationary targets to the Orcish Cavalry.

Drawing a bow and firing arrows from horseback posed no difficulty at all for a race that had grown up in the saddle.

"What is this supposed to be? Are we just going to stand here and take it?"

Complaints spread through the Aldo Army's formations. Many could not understand why they still were not being allowed to attack after things had reached this point!

"Your Highness!" Montrelet once again sought Catherine's approval. "If this continues, our army's morale will collapse very soon!"

Hearing the anxiety in his voice, Catherine looked toward their formations.

Sure enough, the infantry square in the center and the knight formation on the left wing had already begun to grow restless.

She felt torn.

The armies of the various lords of the Black Stone Plain ultimately lacked a little patience.

She had carefully chosen this battlefield precisely to offset the Orcish Cavalry's mobility advantage.

Sunset Valley, true to its name, was a place caught between two mountains.

Although it was somewhat broad for a valley, it could still limit large-scale cavalry movement to the left and right to a certain extent.

Several hours before the army's main force set out from camp, a cavalry force of more than two thousand men had quietly left under Klein and Lester's command. Their objective was to circle around through the mountain roads and quietly reach the Orcs' rear, then attack from behind while the main forces of both armies were locked in combat.

However, to