The advancing frontline has become serrated, although several times both Grizzly Bear Territory and Grus soldiers climbed the earth walls, the mercenaries' strong will to resist exceeded the imagination of every watching Erlune noble; the attacks were repeatedly deflected at the last moment, causing Denell's army to make no progress for two whole days and nights. The battle was extremely fierce, with blood even reddening the Griss River.

Pallas remained unmoved, this Knight General, with his hand on his longsword, guarded the battlefield like a cold Death God, stubbornly maintaining the pace of advance. At this stage of the war, it no longer mattered how many lives were lost, because just one more step would mean victory.

The experienced general was searching for an opportunity for the final blow—the geographic advantage of the rebels had been nearly worn down over the course of the day, whereas the rotating attacking army maintained high morale—suddenly his eyes brightened slightly.

Pallas raised his finger pointing in a certain direction: "Send Sir Wied forward, don't question my orders, he'll see where he should attack—!"

The orderly was momentarily speechless, 'Is this how orders are delivered?' This unnamed man even suspected the Lord had not slept all night and was a bit dizzy, but he looked up to see a pair of resolute, invigorated eyes.

That was confidence—

"I understand, Lord." The orderly bowed.

Hu Que whistled, gathering people around. "Did you see over there!" He pointed at a corner of the forest across the river, everyone saw in that direction a fire-red Swallowtail Banner appear, with spears extending over the treetops, followed by a whole group of cavalry fully covered in red armor emerging from the forest edge. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Red Banner Cavalry, that's Denell's private army." A mercenary immediately recognized it.

"How generous!" Another mercenary spat hatefully, blood specked in the spittle.

"How strong are they?" Hu Que asked.

"First-tier troops, mounts are Fierce Horses, light cavalry, average strength at Black Iron Upper—" a tall, gray-green-skinned, long-eared Elf beside him answered, unlike others, he was also one of Brand's summoned mercenaries.

"Hmph, 'light cavalry' fully armored!" Hu Que clicked his tongue twice.

"Horses aren't armored, judging from load status and mobility, they do count as light cavalry, equipped with Hazellian three-eyed guns, they possess considerable remote attack capability to some extent, Denell spent big on this army," the Elf answered.

"Did the Lord say that?" Hu Que asked in a low voice.

The latter nodded.

"They want to attack our left flank, left flank is held by Crenxia's mercenaries, already showing fatigue. Their view is sharp," Hu Que turned around, pointed towards others: "Too bad there's no reason to let our old Sir Knight have it easy, we're going to deal with these cavalry, what about you?"

He looked at other mercenaries present apart from his own people, these mercenaries were picked from various troops' elites, at least had Black Iron Peak strength, few in number, only forty to fifty. This squad had a full hundred people a day ago, indicating the battle's intensity.

"Killing one is worthwhile." Everyone laughed grimly.

More and more cavalry spilled out from the forest across the river, soon reaching two to three hundred, Wied sat on horseback satisfied, looking at his subordinates—this is the model of Erune's most elite troops, even compared to the Royal Family's White Lion Legion, they were no less superb—though only two squadrons accompanied in this war, he had confidence to lead them and crush any enemy ahead.

The cavalry began crossing the river amidst urgent whistles, their sudden appearance surely caught Medisha's attention, the Silver Elf Princess stood at the battlefield's highest point, as her gaze swept over, rain of arrows came as if an extension of her will.

Arrows splashed violently in the river water, but it was hard for bow shots to inflict deadly harm on these red-armored cavalry, conical arrowheads often lost impact after penetrating armor, some riders bore three or four arrows yet maintained formation; regarding this, Sir Wied was unsurprised, equipment is a key indicator of a troop's combat power, Red Banner Cavalry equipped with Arrow-Repelling Chest Armor greatly diminishes remote attack potency—in his view, this remedied the greatest shortfall of light cavalry.