I spent most of my time training with this new weapon, the halberd. Viktor and Fiel's conditions had improved a lot, but it looked like they wouldn't be able to return for a while. Fortunately, Anton was back.
The cavalry I led was finally down to 235 riders. The fact that over 300 had been reduced this far proved just how fierce the last battle had been.
Thankfully, the Gale Knights suffered no fatalities.
There were a lot of wounded, but that was a hundred times better than losing them. Setting aside those assigned to the reserves and stationed in Feuzen, only 22 of the 55 men I'd brought along remained. I took what comfort I could in still being able to operate two squads.
The Essenbach dragoons, who'd taken the most casualties, were as lively as ever. Befitting a group that had lived lives most intimate with death, rather than grieving their comrades' deaths, they reveled cheerfully in the spoils their comrades had left behind.
That's the mercenary way.
