Charles led his cavalry in two circles before the enemy lines. The casualties the riders inflicted were not many.
After all, the orcs had shields and wagons for defense.
But the panic they caused was considerable.
Not many orcs were shot dead outright, but quite a few were still wounded.
With Charles's cavalry still lingering outside, treating the wounded orcs became a problem—not to mention that their screams would affect the morale of the other orcs.
The weather was scorching as well.
The cavalry fought on horseback and were already covered in sweat, let alone the enemy infantry.
Charles looked at the blazing sun overhead and smiled. "All right. The main force of cavalry will go rest. Assign a hundred riders to keep watch on them here!"
"If they dare relax, charge over and give them a scare!"
"Yes, my lord!"
A new round of harassment began.
The tactics Charles arranged were exceptionally simple, but highly effective.
This plain was vast. Even marching normally, Lich Fang and his men would need two or three days to cross it.
Now that Charles had his eyes on Lich Fang, even if he formed a wagon column and advanced slowly, he could still move—but it would take at least two or three times as long to get through.
That was more than enough time for Charles to have some fun with them.
Under the blazing sun, one hundred of Charles's cavalry formed a loose formation and kept circling outside the orcs' wagon column.
At times, some bolder riders even charged fiercely toward them, only to veer away just before the orcs' attacks arrived.
The repeated feints and scares left the orc soldiers physically and mentally exhausted.
Although only a hundred cavalrymen were watching and circling nearby, at least three hundred more riders were