The sound of hoofbeats was like thunder.
Although there were only five cavalrymen, they gave a terrifying illusion of facing an overwhelming army.
Hans, wearing a winged helmet, silently raised his lance, forming the double tail of a small wedge formation with three Winged Cavalry.
The distance to the enemy was getting shorter.
At this critical moment, a thought suddenly sprouted in his mind: If his instructor knew he became a cavalry captain of the Winged Cavalry, that old stubborn guy's expression would definitely be spectacular.
No, it would be even more interesting if the Lord brought his instructor over to personally train these Winged Cavalry and have them wear the Cross Badge!
Meanwhile, Leonard had just ascended the hill.
He hesitated for only a moment before hastily began to dismantle the hitch harness from the packhorse.
