A Critical Moment

Reiner spotted that figure among the enemy troops and suddenly felt something was off. It gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Reiner gripped the wooden railing of the small platform beneath him tightly with both hands, unconsciously rubbing it back and forth to ease the tension in his heart.

Reiner's retainer came galloping to where Tirihan was. He was leading the light cavalry in harassing the enemy.

The greatest use of light cavalry skilled in volley fire was not actually to engage the enemy in face-to-face combat on the battlefield. Compared to the cost of training them, that was a poor bargain.

Their greatest role should have been to harass and wear down enemies who could not deploy into formation while the enemy army was on the march. However, Reiner had made his arrangements in haste, and he had not accurately tracked the enemy's movements, so he had no choice but to abandon the light cavalry's greatest advantage.

Tirihan led the cavalry in nocking arrows and firing continuously, harassing the enemy on the right flank and easing the pressure on the Northern Frontier militia. He was not the only one doing so. The various lords of the grasslands had also brought their own cavalry to share the infantry's burden.

Many of the light cavalry under Tirihan's command had already become elite riders skilled with both bow and horse, capable of firing from horseback, so their losses were not particularly heavy.

The sound of hoofbeats in the distance gradually drew nearer. The retainer came within thirty meters of Tirihan and shouted loudly.

When Tirihan saw that it was someone he knew, he hurried over to him.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Sir, His Majesty requires you to immediately take all your elite cavalry to Bixi's side." The retainer moved a