Chapter 38: The Hunt (9)_3

So, in Pierre's view, the only way to win was to limit the enemy cavalry's movements with defenses and then drag the enemy cavalry into close combat.

This is a perfectly normal thought, as Pierre had never seen Colonel Moritz kill.

"Mr. Mitchell," Moritz touched Pierre's shoulder, "Thank you for your hard work."

After saying that, Moritz began to call out names.

Before even reaching the tripwires, the fierce barbarian cavalry at the forefront fell stiffly from their horses, followed by the second, the third...

The riderless warhorses continued to sprint until they were tripped by the wires.

Realizing that even riderless warhorses could destroy the tripwires, Colonel Moritz decided to call out the warhorses' names first, then the riders'.

There is no hatred, no anger, no fear, no pleasure... precisely, no emotions at all.

Arrowheads disappeared from Moritz's hand and appeared inside the enemy, as Moritz van Nassau took lives non-stop.