The Appearance of the Direct Knight Corps

"Wait!" Seeing the two of them starting to gallop off as well, Nalant immediately called out to stop them.

"What is it, Nalant? If we get there too late, the enemy will all be killed by them!" Boris and Rell hurriedly tugged on their reins, making their warhorses circle in place, their faces filled with anxiety.

"Boris, Rell, don't you think the Northern Principality's mounted scouts fled too hastily? They didn't even put up the slightest resistance!" Nalant explained with a frown.

The Northern Principality's mounted scouts had shown no signs of collapse earlier. If they truly wanted to retreat, they could have withdrawn in a far more orderly fashion while fighting as they fell back.

Though Nalant was just a keyboard warrior, once he applied the war tactics he had seen in his previous life to the current situation, he immediately caught some of the clues.

For example, if the Northern Principality's mounted scouts had left some men behind to cover the retreat, their chances of escaping successfully would definitely have been greater than fleeing in a panicked swarm, each scrambling to be first.

"Pfft, Sir Nalant, we outnumber them by so much. If they don't run quickly, slowing down means death. Of course they wouldn't dare dawdle!"

At that moment, a mocking voice sounded beside Nalant's ear. It was Billy Ryan, the second son and Nalant's 'rival' in the competition.

Billy spoke especially loudly, clearly intending for Stella, who was not far away, to hear him.

And his gains that afternoon were unexpectedly considerable. More than ten warhorses were already tied up among the group beside him.

However, faced with Billy's provocation, Nalant merely frowned and shot him a glance, with no intention of responding.

That guy was forcing a collision for compensation. Even if he got himself