Gibson rode on his horse, the cold wind hitting his face, sharp as a knife.
The knights behind him marched in formation, the sound of hoofbeats heavy.
"Faster! Even faster!" he urged in a deep voice.
They had been rushing for five days, using Fighting Energy on the road, with hardly any rest.
Because he understood the importance of this operation, and knew that the situation at Qingyu Ridge was not optimistic.
Two Barons, a little over a hundred men, resisting eight hundred Snow Swearer cavalry; lasting a few days was already a miracle.
"Hurry up!" Gibson growled, "If we're late, we won't even be able to collect the bodies!"
The war horses were panting heavily, white foam coming from their mouths, with even blood splattering from their hooves.
He did not stop, just kept charging.
But when they finally arrived at Qingyu Ridge, the scene before him made him pause slightly.
The camp was orderly, fires were burning, soldiers were patrolling, everything was as calm as usual.
