But this was exactly what Charles wanted.
The soldiers of the Howling Children of the Wasteland were orcs with more muscle than brains, and most of them were infantry.
If he did not lure them out of the city, how was he supposed to fight them?
He could not possibly have Charles's cavalry force of fewer than four hundred men figure out how to storm a city.
If he fought like that, Charles would lose even the shirt off his back.
The opposite was fighting in the open.
The usefulness of cavalry in field battles went without saying, whether in a world without the extraordinary or one with it.
The only pity was that Charles had no heavy cavalry at the moment.
Elves and half-elves also basically had no heavy cavalry formations.
Their archery was excellent, and they had no habit of using cavalry to charge enemy lines.
Moreover, the armor of elves and half-elves was somewhat flashy and impractical in certain respects.
Too much attention had been paid to making the armor splendid and beautiful, while its practicality had been neglected.
On top of that, their enemies were all powerful orcs and giants.
Orcs were manageable. Even when armored, they could only be considered heavy infantry.
Truly powerful heavy cavalry could still charge through them.
But how was one supposed to charge giants? Every one of them was towering and burly; cavalry could hardly charge them.
Ranged attacks instead better displayed the formidable archery of elves and half-elves.
If Charles could settle down and build a force of Blood Ring Knights, then he would truly be able to stand tall.
Previously, Charles had neither money nor materials in this plane.
Now things were different. With resources worth more than three hundred thousand Magic Stones in hand, he could consider