Chapter 990: Volume 32: Dark Clouds Gather, - 8: Opportunity in War
Yale let out a soft sigh, regretting that his superiors and the knight leaders did not share his opinion. They believed that these rough men from the remote lands of Caucasus were merely physically stronger. They could not compare to the true beast warriors of the Northern Wasteland. Once war broke out, those undisciplined and poorly trained local barbarians would reveal their inherent weakness, and perhaps the army needed only one or two decent battles to end the entire war.
If things were really that simple, that would truly be strange. If Komer could rise from obscurity in Nicosia, how could he be so mediocre? Zellin, Philip, and the Romanov family all silently fell at his hands. Could it be that the Nicosians were all a bunch of incompetent fools? Of course not. It’s just that the truth is often not believed.
Yale’s gaze drifted towards the rear, where six thousand light armor cavalry followed behind the heavy armored cavalry. This was his main strike force; both in terms of speed and stamina, the light armor cavalry’s Mundell warhorses were among the few excellent breeds on the Blue Continent. Although they couldn’t carry as much weight as the Laman giant horses, their superior speed and stamina made them the obvious choice for the light cavalry of the Attica Duchy.
The equipment of light infantry differed significantly from that of the heavy armored cavalry in both armor and weapons. They lacked a complete set of iron lamellar armor, at most only a couple of metal plates embedded in the leather armor at vital points, and instead of charging spears, they were equipped with sharp and weighty long swords designed for slashing, along with the round shields on their horses. This was the standard gear for a light cavalry soldier.
If the heavy armored cavalry were a giant axe in his hand, capable of splitting mountains and clearing paths, then the light armor cavalry were like two gleaming daggers, ready to deliver fatal blows from different directions and angles at any moment.
Looking at the two armies under his control, Yale finally felt a bit of reassurance. As long as he had these two armies ready to fight, Yale believed no one could easily have their way with him.
The distance between the knights and his own army grew further and further. Yale knew that these knights did not like him, just as he had never been fond of those self-important knights. In their eyes, he was nothing more than a vulgar officer who had the luck to climb up from the bottom, but now the two sides had to come together.
A rider on a swift horse galloped towards him. From the movement of the rider, Yale knew it was a knight.
"General Yale, Sir Gray requests your presence. He has important matters to discuss with you."
"Oh?" A premonition of foreboding enveloped Yale. Sir Gray, as the commander of this war, did not really understand the true situation in Nicosia. To a large extent, he had accepted the perspectives and opinions of the knight leaders. His request for Yale’s presence now was obviously not a good sign.