"Not bad. Bull Territory's elites are truly professional. Old Baron Bull left his rebellious son quite a solid foundation."
Phield showed no sign of panic. Taking measured steps, he roughly gauged the distance while gazing at the scattered enemy figures in the distance.
"Heh. Let the signal fires burn. I'd like to see just how many troops you can summon. Better yet, bring the entire Border Fortress garrison."
"Whoosh, whoosh."
An eleven-man cavalry scouting unit continued probing forward.
The moment they entered bow range, the riders loosed a volley of arrows.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
A chorus of metallic impacts immediately rang out.
Horse bows against heavy armor were little more than scratching an itch. There was nothing to worry about.
"The enemy consists entirely of heavily armored infantry. Well equipped. Likely a vanguard infantry regiment. Approximately eight hundred troops. Report to the lord immediately."
