Cling to a Long Leg!

With this rare opportunity and time running short, Nalant did not delay. After Catherine left, he began swiftly and frantically searching for and harvesting the other direct cavalrymen.

If he waited until the Onyx Principality's reinforcements arrived, he would no longer be able to harvest the spoils of war!

As Nalant happily harvested his spoils, Commander Bache of the Northern Principality looked at the troops that had fallen completely into chaos, his face ashen.

"I, Bache, have failed His Majesty the King's trust!" Bache knew that the Onyx Principality's reinforcements were close at hand, while their warhorses were already exhausted.

At this moment, this force of two thousand had no power to turn the tide. They could only await the butcher's knife.

"Commander Bache! Quick... quick... we need to retreat! The Onyx Principality's reinforcements are almost here!" At that moment, the steward of Marquis Lisen found Bache.

"We can't get away, Ais. We have no warhorses. We can't outrun the Onyx Principality's reinforcements!" Bache shook his head blankly at those words.

"Besides, we had victory in the bag, yet it was ruined in my hands. Not only have we lost two hundred Royal Knights, but several thousand ordinary cavalrymen as well. I no longer have the face to return and stand before His Majesty!"

"Ais, leave me be. You bear no responsibility for this defeat, so escape while you can. Let me die here in battle! Let my blood wash away my shame!"

"No, Deputy Commander Bache. There are still many wagons carrying supplies in our camp in the mountain hollow. The horses that pulled those wagons are all tied to stakes—they can definitely still be ridden."

"Besides, we have not lost many Royal Knights yet. Take them to the camp, mount those horses, and lead them safely back.