Chapter 215
When racing at full speed, a horse is never a comfortable mount. Each time its hooves struck the ground, the shock surged up through the spine, dispersing concentration.
On that uncontrollable ride, as one clung to the horse’s neck, the repeated impacts quickly caused the brain to lose its sense of direction. Horses are living beings, and it isn’t easy to direct them in the desired direction.
The sound was drowned out by the fierce wind and the continuous pounding of hooves, and conversations between each other were reduced to shouts or shrieks. Unlike the knights who moved with hand signals, there was no reason to do so.
Overcoming all those challenges while maintaining the right judgment and posture is horsemanship. In fact, the party’s horsemanship was already being honed through life-and-death struggles in Tylesse.
“Rear!! Cavalry!!”
“Numbers!!”
“30! Respond?”
“Ignore that much! What about you?”
“Behind! Breaking through…! No, broke through!”