While the Battle of Fushu was being fought, General Lasalle and his cavalrymen were hot on the trail of the raiders.
General Lasalle's forces numbered around 5,000, with an addition of 500 Royal Guard cavalrymen. Apart from the Royal Guard cavalry, all of the standard cavalrymen were melee-focused units. They were equipped with standard lances and sabres.
General Lasalle was riding at the forefront of his men. He was an example to all: brave, loyal and a skilled fighter. In his short tenure with the Luxenberg Army, General Lasalle had accomplished a fair amount.
He was the man responsible for leading the charge at the siege of Hunyuan. If not for his bravery, many more men would have died trying to secure the port for the rest of the invading forces. This was a man who had led multiple charges, including leading the infantry through the breach during the Siege of Xiangyang. He was even wounded during the fighting.
His reputation among the men was constantly growing, making him one of the more well-renowned commanders of the Luxenberg Army. For Victor, it was no surprise that General Lasalle was already emerging as a reputable and well-liked figure in the army. In his original life, General Lasalle was famed for his bravery and tenacity.
General Lasalle wanted to reward his King's confidence in him with another victory, especially against a raiding party that had almost double the number of men as they did. The Hussar General was confident in himself and his men; they had multiple factors working in their favour.
They had the speed, height and manoeuvrability advantage against the Kislevian raiders. If they could catch the raiders out in the open, their victory would be assured. With no condensed foliage obstructing their mounts, the Luxenberg cavalry could tear through the Kislevian raiders' ranks.
Fortunately for General Lasalle, there was such a place where the flatness of the plains benefited them greatly. A few hours north of the fishing village was a vast plain. The main road from Fushu would take the raiders north to a small farming village near a stream. Before reaching that village, the raiders would have to march through the plains.
The Kislevian raiders were not aware of what was happening back at Fushu; they marched towards their destination without a care in the world. Many were only thinking of the loot they would get during the raid.
While some of the raiders were conversing during their march, one of their comrades paused for a moment, disrupting the column. "What is it? Why did you stop?" Asked one of the raiders. The raider who halted pressed his index finger on his lip and intently focused on his surroundings.
The other raiders were growing weary and annoyed at their comrade for stopping the march. Half of the column was drawing further ahead while the rest had halted for no apparent reason. Before some of the raiders could berate their comrade, they began to hear a distant thudding noise.
At first, the sound was so faint that many thought it was their mind playing tricks on them. But seconds turned to minutes, and the thudding noise progressively grew louder. A dozen concerned raiders began to frantically scan the area, seeing if they could spot the cause of the noise.
Concern festered amongst the ranks of the raiders; what was once a dozen concerned raiders had now grown into hundreds of them. Their fear truly blossomed when they saw a large group of cavalrymen approaching from the south.
The hooves of the warhorses shook the ground, and their muscular appearance had the raiders bracing for the worst. Before the raiders could even think about forming a defensive square, a few of them had fallen after a loud bang.
The mounted marksmanship prowess of the Royal Scots Grey cavalry was on full display. Their numbers were split in half, and each group of 250 veered off onto the flanks, providing supporting fire for the main group of cavalry as they approached.
The Kislevian raiders hurriedly brandished their muskets and began to load them. Haste was of the utmost importance for them. If they could not fire a volley into the wave of cavalry, they would get absolutely swamped.
General Lasalle was riding at the front of the cavalry line, sabre in hand and yelling at the top of his lungs. His cavalry crashed upon the Kislevian raiders' ranks like a tsunami. Bodies were thrown about as the mighty Luxenberg warhorses were formidable beasts.
Faces were kicked in and made unrecognisable, while others scrambled to their feet, avoiding the onslaught of hooves trotting on the ground. Bayonets were thrusted upwards, trying to inflict damage upon the riders. Some were lucky to land deadly blows to the cavalrymen, while others received cold iron pierced into their flesh.
The entirety of the Kislevian rear was decimated, and the Luxenberg cavalry continued to surge to the front of the Kislevian column. The raiders could only struggle and suffer. They were not military men; they were not used to fighting against proper armies, only ragtag militia groups and unarmed civilians.
Just like their forces at Fushu, they were decimated, cut down to the last man. General Lasalle saw to it that none were left alive. His cavalry was triumphant. They had only lost 700 men while wiping out 10,000 raiders.
With their victory achieved, General Lasalle and his cavalry decided to set up camp nearby. The sun was almost fully set, and there was no point in travelling another few hours in darkness back to Fushu. His men had fought hard, and Lasalle wanted to reward them with some much-needed rest.
When the sun rose the next morning, General Lasalle and his men quickly packed up their camp and began to return to Fushu. It took them a few hours to return, but Victor was pleased to see them.
General Lasalle gave a detailed recount of what had happened and what their casualties were. Losing 700 cavalrymen was a hefty loss to say the least, but when compared to slaying 10,000 raiders, the loss was less painful.
Now that Fushu was dealt with, all that remained was the village of Naka.