Chapter 59: A Motley Crew
The thundering of hooves was like thunder. Though there were only five cavalrymen, they somehow created the terrifying illusion of facing thousands upon thousands of troops and horses.
Hans, wearing his winged helmet, silently raised his cavalry spear, forming the twin tails of a small arrowhead formation with the three Winged Hussars. They were drawing closer and closer to the enemy.
At this critical juncture, a thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.
'If my old instructor knew I was now the cavalry commander of Winged Hussars, the expression on that old diehard's face would surely be priceless. No, what would be even more interesting is if Milord brought the instructor over too and have him personally train these Winged Hussars!'
Meanwhile, Castellan Leonard had only just reached the top of the hill. He hesitated for only a moment before hastily beginning to detach the cart from the packhorse's harness.
