A Thousand Miles to the Rescue

Before dawn, a patch of blood-red appeared on the distant horizon. That blood-red was not the rosy glow of sunrise, but the fires blazing below in Eskil City.

After nearly a full night of hard riding, before the sun rose on the second day, Thor's Hammer under Zhang Tie's command finally arrived at the outskirts of Eskil City.

The journey had spanned over a thousand kilometers, eleven hours of nonstop galloping. Even the formidable Sabertooth Beasts were utterly exhausted by now.

In the frigid air of the wilderness, the more than five thousand Sabertooth Beasts that had run through the night were like five thousand red-hot iron pots splashed with a ladle of cold water, steam billowing from every one of them.

This was a small hill more than twenty kilometers northwest of Eskil City, with a clear stream flowing beneath it. No matter how desperately anxious Zhang Tie was, once they reached this place, he had no choice but to halt Thor's Hammer and let them rest for the coming, fiercer battle.

The saying that an exhausted crossbow could not pierce even fine Lu silk described exactly this. Charging straight from a thousand miles away to Eskil City in one breath might feel exhilarating, but it was an immense challenge for both the cavalrymen and their Sabertooth Beasts. The riders could still endure, but the Sabertooth Beasts were already severely fatigued. Without proper rest, it would inevitably affect Thor's Hammer's combat capability in the battle ahead.

"Rest for half an hour. We move out in half an hour!"

Zhang Tie gave the order. Without a word, all the cavalrymen leaped down from their Sabertooth Beasts. Rather than resting, they immediately began helping their mounts relax and restore their strength. This was a skill every Sabertooth Beast cavalryman had to