r18novel Chapter 1025 - 297: Ready for War (10,000 Words) (Part 2)
Chapter 1025 - 297: Ready for War (10,000 Words) (Part 2)
"Aside from two or three hundred ordinary Guards, there are no armored soldiers at all."
Rose nodded slightly without saying anything.
If it was just a little over a thousand ordinary soldiers, they weren’t much of a threat to the cavalry he had brought.
If those three Manor Lords harbored greed and gathered their soldiers,
and dared to strike at the Peasant escort unit guarding the goods,
then even without Lord Master Lynn’s explicit orders,
he would still, without the slightest hesitation, order the cavalry to Charge and launch an attack on all three Manors!
As Lord Master Lynn’s Commander, he naturally had to strictly carry out orders and instructions.
But as the Commander of these cavalrymen, he also had to take responsibility for them.
Just as Lord Master Lynn had previously Instructed him.
However many soldiers he took out, he was to bring back as many as possible!
Rose looked toward the messenger soldier and said in a deep voice,
"Assemble all heavy cavalry. March them to the very front of the column and have them clear the way for the procession!"
In this remote and impoverished border town of Kakasong City,
in a border village like Alba Town,
heavy cavalry mounted on Warhorses, clad in Standard Plate Armor and wielding five‑meter Long Spears, were the most powerful type of troops!
He intended to show that most powerful side, right in front of the remaining Manor Lords of Alba Town.
To fill their hearts with fear, and with awe!
Thus,
achieving the purpose of deterrence!
Let the Manor Lords of Alba Town understand this:
If they coveted this marching convoy and wanted to make a move to block it, they had better consider whether they had that kind of strength!
The messenger soldier hurriedly answered, "Yes, Lord Rose!"
As his voice fell, the messenger swung into his saddle and galloped toward the front.
Rose likewise urged on the Speed of the Warhorse beneath him, and under the gaze of one Guard and Peasant after another, rode to the very front of the column.
One after another, heavy cavalry in Standard Plate Armor were rapidly assembling.
...
The rolling, undulating thunder of Warhorse hooves, lines of figures shouldering and transporting goods.
The scale and momentum were immense.
Naturally, it drew the attention of the Townsmen of Alba Town.
The Townsmen, tools in hand, who had been doing their Planting, all stopped what they were doing.
They straightened up and turned their bodies, their eyes full of confusion as they stared at this cavalry column that seemed to have appeared from nowhere.
Some merchants or Free People who had just eaten breakfast and were about to head out even hurriedly halted their steps...
Whether Farmers, merchants, or Free People,
once they saw those ranks of black‑gray armored cavalry, marching in orderly formation with steady steps,
and the Guards and Peasants under cavalry watch, escorting and hauling all sorts of goods...
an expression of fear and anxiety involuntarily surfaced on their faces.
Even if they didn’t know what had happened,
every one of them could guess
that this cavalry unit, which they had never seen before, had seized and conscripted large numbers of Peasants!
As their nervousness toward the cavalry spread, more and more figures gathered at the exit of Alba Town.
On the main road behind.
Valen Hawk, Guard Captain of Alba Town, jointly appointed by the five Manor Lords,
looked at the gathered silhouettes of Free People ahead,
and at their muttered talk of "heavy cavalry" and "Peasants."
Valen’s brows knit tightly as he gave an order to the Guard beside him.
"Damien, go see what’s happening up ahead!"
"Early in the morning, instead of working their fields, they’re blocking the town’s exit?"
"Are they not afraid of the Manor Lords’ wrath?"
The young Guard named Damien Gibson answered at once.
He gripped the Scimitar in his hand and strode toward the crowd ahead.
As he walked, his arrogant shouts rang from his mouth.
"Move aside! All of you, move aside!"
The Free People, whose faces had been filled with fear, heard the shouting and quickly turned their heads.
When they saw that the newcomer was a Guard of Alba Town,
the fear in the Free People’s eyes grew even stronger.
They hastily shifted their steps,
opening a path through which the Guard could pass.
Seeing the unobstructed passage on the bluestone road before him,
Damien’s lips curled upward, his heart full of smug satisfaction.
Not long ago, he had been just like the figures before him—merely a Free Person.
But after joining the town’s Guard Team, his identity and status had undergone a qualitative leap.
He had become a Guard lord whom the Free People feared and respected!
Soaking in the reverent gazes of the Free People, Damien passed through the crowd and reached the very front.
Damien swept his eyes ahead in puzzlement.
Seeing Damien looking in the wrong direction, one Free Person quickly reminded him,
"Lord Guard, look over there!"
"There are a lot of cavalry over there!"
Cavalry?
Damien shifted his gaze and instantly followed the direction of the Free Person’s pointing finger.
The next second,
Damien’s eyes flew wide open, and the smugness within them instantly turned into astonishment.
Mounted on Warhorses, clad in Standard Plate Armor, wearing Full Face Helmets, Long Spears in their hands...
and the marching column was so long he couldn’t see its end at a glance!
Without a moment’s hesitation, Damien turned and ran back the way he had come.
However,
because Damien’s eyes were still fixed on the heavy cavalry column outside the town,
he completely failed to notice that the path cleared for him earlier had already been filled in again by the Free People.
Damien ran headlong into the chest of a burly Free Person.
Damien felt as if the Free Person were a mountain, immovable.
His steps went awry; after staggering back two steps, he fell straight down, landing hard on his backside on the bluestone pavement.