Grab Her!

The light cavalry under Tirihan rode fine breeds from the royal horse ranch.

Their mounts were light cavalry horses built for speed and endurance, not the heavy knightly warhorses bred for their immense size, tremendous strength, and unparalleled impact.

Moreover, these light cavalrymen carried far less weight. They wore only a piece of half-length chain mail, with nothing more than a layer of padded armor covering the rest of their bodies. With so little burden, their horses naturally ran more easily and swiftly.

Compared with the cavalry behind Mekasha, they were slightly faster.

Thus, the light cavalry gradually closed in from behind on the knights charging ahead.

"Your Majesty! Take your people and go first! I'll hold them here!" The general beside the queen saw that the enemy behind them had caught up and could only shout helplessly at Mekasha.

The distance between the two sides had shrunk to a mere three hundred meters. If they let the enemy get any closer, they would not even have room to stop and fight. Once they stopped, they would only become souls beneath the enemy's sabers.

Mekasha glanced at the general. Before this, she had looked down on him, believing that loyalty was not among his virtues.

He had merely fallen at her feet, betrayed his master, and helped her launch a secret palace coup.

Only now did Mekasha truly understand this traitor to his master, whom she had not even been willing to look at properly in the past.

Before Mekasha could speak, the general shouted, "Leave ten men to protect Her Majesty! The rest of you, follow me into battle!"

These knights cherished their honor just as much. Sacrificing themselves for loyalty was nothing to them.

After all, among the knightly class, fools who started civil wars over the duty