The Choice Between Their Heads and Their Money

Mekasha saw a large hand seize her reins, and panic filled her heart. She had thought that with so many people protecting her, even if they failed to kill Reiner, they could at least escape.

Everyone had a sense of luck, and Mekasha was no exception. Before this, she had never imagined she would find herself in such a dangerous situation.

At worst, at worst, the attack would fail and the entire Holy War Army would retreat after being defeated. Who could have imagined that she would end up being dragged into it as well?

Tirihan's powerful hand pulled the reins of the warhorse beneath Mekasha to the left. The horse's head turned left, and its direction changed with it.

"Take out the enemies behind us!" Tirihan shouted an order to his men behind him.

Mekasha was now in his hands, and everything had been settled. The enemies pursuing them from behind were no longer important. The proper thing to do was quickly eliminate them and move on to claim the next batch of military merit.

Without the slightest suspense, the light cavalrymen, all skilled with bows and horses, swiftly changed formation and weaved back and forth. Some loosed arrows while others turned around for close combat. After a brief clash, they quickly wiped out the enemy.

Aside from the more than thirty who were killed, over fifty others became prisoners of the light cavalry. The seriously wounded were all killed, while those with minor injuries were bound tightly by the light cavalrymen and placed across the backs of their warhorses, with several men left behind to guard them.

The light cavalrymen under Tirihan were not the only ones who had achieved glorious results. The other units had done well too.

The infantry slaughtered the enemy in large numbers, shouting