Hundreds of cavalrymen shuffled into the western mountain every second. Their movements were seamless and well-coordinated, whichever passage they left out of that was the one they entered.
No traffic jams, no accidents.
2 minutes later what remained of the left wing had successfully entered the mountain, leaving just the highest elites and of course Colonel Casper who was still engaging the enemy Colonels.
"What now?" Frost asked, his glaive eager to spill more blood.
"We wait for as long as we can." Replied Major Kursch calmly, underneath however he was quite anxious.
Colonel Casper was still quite far from the mountain, and he showed very little signs of retreating.
Plus the enemy ranks that they had recently managed to demoralise and slaughter a path through were marching towards them.
If Casper didn't fall back soon they would be forced to collapse the tunnel early, cutting off his path to safety.
