Rich Haul

The Northern Principality truly deserved its reputation as a land renowned for breeding horses. Not a single one of the mounts used by these light cavalrymen was a mixed-blood horse; every one had reached the standard of a warhorse.

Of the nine warhorses, Vivian alone had claimed four, Nalant claimed two, and the guards claimed two.

Given the number of arrows Vivian had, she should have been able to claim even more. Unfortunately, her riding skills were not as good as the light cavalrymen's.

Once the Northern Principality's light cavalrymen came to their senses and began fleeing at full speed, the distance between them widened.

Moreover, there were too many allies blocking her line of sight, so Vivian did not make another move afterward.

As for Quick and the others, their horsemanship was equally poor. More than twenty of them had only managed to catch and kill two enemies.

Nalant did not mind. Growth always took time. Even driving required one to go from a fresh-faced novice to an old hand on the highway, let alone riding a horse.

"Secure these warhorses and prepare to move out!"

Still, nine warhorses from a single encounter was an immensely profitable deal.

In the age of cold weapons, warhorses were always the most sought-after strategic resource. Nalant intended to press on while the iron was hot.

"Move out!"

By the time Quick and the others had tied the captured warhorses to the sides of their own mounts, Stella and the others had already swung into their saddles.

Captain Lachi was still in command, and they continued deeper north.

According to Lachi, provided circumstances allowed it, light cavalry generally operated within a fifty-li radius around the main army.

Within that range, a fast horse could return in just over an hour, and any disturbance