Hundreds of knights from the Hunting Army of Great Persia were almost unable to sit steadily on their horses. They chased the Saintess of Great Persia from Ctesiphon City to the banks of the Caspian Sea. Over 500 miles, without rest for three days and two nights, they finally caught up with the Saintess who had left a day earlier. From last night to tonight, due to taking the wrong path for a day, they rushed for over 200 miles. Finally, they caught up with the Saintess. However, everyone had reached their limits. Along the way, hundreds of war horses had died from exhaustion, and the number of living people was probably just a breath more than the dead. The Hunting Army of Great Persia had experienced tough and enduring raids before, but the fatigue from chasing the Saintess this time surpassed all previous hardships! As they got closer and closer, but the Saintess showed no intention of stopping, looking at the silent and massive figure of Cyrus ahead. The elite cavalry, composed of the scions of the Persia nobility, dared not suggest taking a break. They could only grit their teeth and persevere.
Are the Saintess and that young guy made of iron? Can they endure this?
A scout team from the vanguard rushed back. These people had their helmets hanging on their backs, and steam was rising from their heads. Over a dozen horses galloped up to Cyrus, and the riders dismounted. However, one cavalryman fell down without making a sound, passing out from exhaustion.
"General Cyrus, the Saintess and her aide have stopped by the banks of the Caspian Sea. They have set up a camp in an open area to rest and make a fire. We don't have a chance to approach quietly..."
Cyrus slowly raised his hand, and the surging army behind him suddenly came to a halt. Only the heavy panting of men and horses could be heard. He remained silent behind his facemask for a while before asking, "Did you alert the garrison nearby?"
The scout reported respectfully, "General Cyrus, following your orders, we only dispatched a small team with your silver token to command the local garrison not to act rashly. They are not allowed to interfere with the actions of our Hunting Army of Great Persia. We dared not disclose the purpose of our army. Teams have been sent around the large Lake to intercept passing boats. Another team has crossed the lake in advance to control the opposite bank in Armenia. The Saintess and her aide will have no way to obtain boats to the land of Armenia... However..."
Cyrus's voice was heavy, "What is it?"
"General Cyrus, the weather is getting colder, and it's feared that the Caspian Sea is about to freeze! With our current few hundred men and horses, it's challenging to completely control such a massive lake! If we don't mobilize the garrison nearby..." The scout officer replied with a hint of hesitation. Such words were tantamount to questioning General Cyrus's arrangements! He couldn't help but regret saying these things. What's important is to follow the orders set by General Cyrus.
Cyrus jumped off his horse with a resounding thud. Among the entire hunting army, only he remained as steady as a mountain, showing no signs of fatigue from the arduous pursuit. He looked up at the moon in the sky, and the furious visage on his face mask seemed to shimmer faintly in the moonlight, as if coming back to life. He spoke in a deep voice, "We can't let more people know that the Saintess has betrayed Great Persia! Now, the only ones we can rely on are the knights of Persia nobles!" The entire pressure of Great Persia seemed to fall on his shoulders in this moment. The scout officer respectfully lowered himself, accepting his command. Cyrus bent down, patting his head, "Good boy, you've worked hard." These simple words brought tears to the eyes of the scout officer. General Cyrus was now the final support for these Persia nobles after the defection of Prince Farid.
Cyrus raised his hand, "Dismount! Rest! Each scout team, keep monitoring the Saintess and her aide. At this moment, it all depends on our hunting army!"