Robson stood on the gunnery platform, watching the human cavalry cut down their enemies on the Frank lands.
At this stage of the war, Robson's victory was all but certain. As for Marin's troops... they could be worn down slowly while defending the fortress. They were just a bunch of Kobolds; the walls of Qimo Fortress would be an insurmountable mountain for them.
Sending troops out now and suffering any casualties just wasn't worth it.
Besides, he had to leave some experience for the remaining soldiers. One couldn't forget the thousands of soldiers back in the fortress, hungry for a fight.
Robson's cavalry had gained an incredible amount of experience this time.
First, it was the Centaur Tribe, and then the Northern Bear Race. According to the system's assessment, these guys were worth a ton of experience—certified high-level mobs.
There were only a little over twenty Tier 2 Frank Knight Recruits—the unlucky bastards on the battlefield who were always a step behind.
