717. Pressure from the Rear

As Reiner ordered his army to attack the city, the light cavalry under his command was not idle in the slightest.

These light cavalrymen were experts at reconnaissance, harassment, and pursuit. But sending them onto the walls to fight the enemy head-on would unquestionably be a losing proposition.

Their mastery of horsemanship and ability to fire bows from horseback were not skills that just any herdsman could possess. Not to mention that Reiner had spent a long time cultivating their abilities and discipline.

For light cavalry, everything came down to one word—speed.

All their actions revolved around that word. Although each of them had two spare horses in addition to their warhorse, this was all to ensure their mobility.

Riding at a swift pace that conserved their stamina, the light cavalry had already swept through a third of the western countries in just over half a month.

"Stop! Who are you?"

A dozen armed men riding mixed-breed horses of merely average quality blocked the three light cavalrymen. Their leader, dressed in light leather armor with a sword hanging at his waist, shouted loudly.

He warily sized up the three men. Although the suspicious strangers before him were greatly outnumbered, among his own dozen men, he was the only one wearing light leather armor. Everyone else had only an armed tunic for protection.

All three opponents, however, wore a layer of iron armor. Beyond that, their warhorses were on an entirely different level from the mixed-breed horses beneath the guards. The fierce aura of veterans tempered by countless battles was not something just anyone could possess.

"This is the territory of Count Anpherson. We received word that a group of armed men of unknown origins has been running rampant through the territory. Don't you intend to explain yourselves?"

All the cavalrymen