The northern winds howled, and snow once again fell from the Sky Icefield.
However, no matter how heavy the snow was, it could not stop the battle from continuing.
It had been nine days since the Black Guards caught up and began to attack the "tortoise shell" of the troll army from all directions.
For nine days, the fifty thousand Black Cavalry were split into three groups, taking turns to attack the troll army.
In these nine days, the troll army had only advanced fifty kilometers.
At this rate, there was no telling how long it would take for the troll army to return to their settlement in the northern half of the Sky Ice Plains.
Moreover, they had already left behind thirty thousand troll corpses in this short fifty kilometers journey.
Perhaps this number of casualties was not a serious blow to an army of over two hundred thousand.
However, this pressure of not being able to escape was destroying the troll army's weak nerves day by day, pushing them to the edge of a cliff.
The troll army's formation also began to reveal more and more flaws under this constant attack.
However, the Black Cavalry still did not launch an all-out attack.
They were like seasoned and cruel hunters, constantly leaving small wounds on their prey, watching it bleed, struggle, and grow weaker by the day.
Marquis García was very patient.
Colin was also very patient.
In fact, Colin even hoped that the troll army could hold on for a while longer.
This was because he had learned a lot about cavalry warfare from following Marquis García.
This was not something that could be learned from military books or novels.
It was also not something that the Angele family's military education could compare to.
In Colin's memory, the family's military education was almost all about infantry warfare.
There was no helping it, the Angele family could not afford cavalry.
But now, after witnessing the terrifying might of the Black Cavalry, Colin could not help but want to sell everything he had to create a cavalry of his own.
Once this thought was born, it was deeply rooted in Colin's mind and could not be dismissed.
In order to better experience cavalry warfare, Colin had personally participated in several Black Cavalry attacks after receiving permission from Marquis García.
Although he didn't have a detailed count, Colin estimated that he had killed around thirty to forty troll soldiers.
He did not care about this bit of military merit. After all, Marquis García was not his master. No matter how well he performed, he would not be rewarded by Marquis García.
However, Colin felt that what he had learned from Marquis García was actually more valuable than money, territory, or even a noble title.
He didn't even understand why this marquis was treating him so favorably.
However, he would not let go of this excellent learning opportunity.
"Lord Marquis, can the scale of each cavalry unit be a bit larger during the assault?"
As a matter of fact, Colin found the right opportunity and began to ask for guidance.
Marquis García had long been accustomed to this, "The key to determining the scale of a cavalry battle is to grasp the balance between mobility and offense.
If the scale of a cavalry unit is too small, their mobility will naturally be excellent, but their offense will be weak.
However, it is not always better to send a larger cavalry unit.
Once the cavalry exceeds ten thousand, the commander will have to be especially careful. Military orders cannot be complicated, and cannot be changed too much. This is because changing military orders on the spot will cause chaos.
Therefore, a cavalry unit is usually controlled at a scale of a thousand to three thousand. Mobility and offense can be considered to be well balanced.
As for the specific deployment, it will be decided on the spot based on the target of the battle, the state of the enemy, and other factors. "
Colin kept nodding as he listened.
It was now close to noon, and the Black Cavalry soldiers who had gone out to attack in the morning had returned to camp one after another.
However, Colin was still keenly aware that the attack in the morning had ended a little early.
Originally, he did not pay too much attention to it. After all, after so many days of continuous battle, even if the Black Cavalry soldiers were made of iron, it was impossible not to show some signs of fatigue.
However, the more and more solemn atmosphere in the camp made Colin realize something.
After hurriedly stuffing some food into his mouth and drinking some blood to replenish his strength, Colin came to Marquis García's tent.
The guards outside the tent did not stop him. They were already very familiar with this baron's son who was valued by Marquis García.
"Marquis, are you preparing for the decisive battle?" Colin looked at Marquis García who was wearing his armor with the help of his squire, and immediately asked with some excitement.
Marquis García smiled, "Yes, it's about time."
After saying that, he walked out of the tent.
Colin hurriedly followed him.
Outside the tent, the Black Cavalry soldiers had already begun their pre-battle preparations.
Moreover, Colin noticed that the soldiers who had participated in the attack in the morning were also making their preparations.
In addition, the three thousand heavy cavalry soldiers who had not participated in the attack had also finally put on their armor and were ready to go.
These fully armored cavalrymen were like steel monsters. Their bodies exuded a terrifying aura, as well as an extreme thirst for slaughter.
They had waited for too long and were already unable to endure their thirst!
In fact, there had always been a lot of controversy about the heavy cavalry, because its advantages and disadvantages were equally prominent.
It was expensive, cumbersome, and it was not suitable for many situations … However, these disadvantages could not cover up the heavy cavalry's greatest advantage, which was its extremely terrifying impact force!
Therefore, the heavy cavalry had become the best weapon to break through the infantry formation.
At this moment of the decisive battle, Marquis García had finally brought out the Black Cavalry's ultimate weapon, the three thousand heavy cavalry soldiers!
However, while Colin was excited, he was surprised to see that Marquis García had also put on his full body armor and held his lance as he walked to the front of the heavy cavalry formation.
"You, you want to personally lead the charge?"
"Of course."
Marquis García's matter-of-fact appearance made Colin somewhat astonished. He really did not understand why Marquis García, as the highest commander of the Black Cavalry, would personally take the risk.
It must be known that the heavy cavalry charging at the infantry formation, under the cover of their terrifying attack power, had a terrifying casualty rate that could not be ignored.
Count Dawson smiled as he said to Colin, "Every time the heavy cavalry attack, the Marquis personally leads it."
Just as Colin was shocked speechless, Marquis García suddenly smiled and asked, "Knight Colin, do you dare to charge with me?"
"Of course!" Colin replied without the slightest hesitation, "It would be my honor!"
"Good!" Marquis García laughed heartily, "Then you will be my flagbearer!"
"Yes!" Colin immediately stepped forward to receive the heavy black lion flag.
The flagbearer patted Colin's chest heavily, using so much force that Colin could not help but suspect that the flagbearer was jealous of him.
"Wu —"
The hazy bugle horn sounded once more.
The slaughter had begun!
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