The sound of hooves pounded wildly against the ground. Baron Runef and Baron Barry's faces went pale. Their knights had already been sent onto the walls, leaving them completely unable to organize any resistance—not even enough to delay the enemy for a moment.
Baron Runef was filled with regret. If he had not suggested sending the knights to the walls, they would at least have retained some fighting strength, even if only for a few more minutes. But now, all that remained beside them was a group of infantrymen.
Even the most elite infantry would become nothing more than slaughter-bound pigs and sheep before cavalry if they could not form a tight formation in sufficient numbers. They would be defeated and slaughtered with ease, let alone these soldiers who could not even be considered truly elite.
In just a few seconds, the armies under the two barons were already on the verge of collapse. Those few seconds had been more than enough for the warhorses beneath the knights to inflict heavy casualties on the enemy.
Twenty or thirty men were killed or wounded beneath the impact of the charging horses and their hooves. They had collapsed both physically and mentally, utterly incapable of organizing any resistance.
However, Reiner had said before the battle that they were to focus on Baron Runef and Baron Barry. Thus, instead of repeatedly charging into the infantry, they lowered their lances and charged straight at the two barons.
"Damn it!" The two men cried out in alarm at the same time. Their reactions were quick, and they had already urged their horses to flee before the knights reached them. However, they had too little time to accelerate and could not outrun the already charging warhorses.
The chase lasted less than ten seconds. The Crimson Gryphon