Dragon Cavalry are not Dragon Knights, but so-called "mounted infantry." Their mounts are not exceptional warhorses, nor do they train in equestrian combat or shooting from horseback.

On the contrary, those dozen Holy Knights are authentic knights, riding atop tall, strong horses, making the mounts of the Dragon Cavalry seem like clumsy donkeys in comparison.

Leon carefully observed the enemy’s formation, furrowing his brow: "The British have firearms with a longer range and greater bullet power, not to mention artillery. If we go head-to-head, we’ll suffer losses."

"Boss, perhaps we should retreat?"

One of the corner heads suggested.

It’s not that they’re afraid, but charging directly at the enemy’s positions with cavalry isn’t a wise choice.

Anyway, the mobility of these Dragon Cavalry isn’t anything special compared to them, and besides, from the way the enemy is digging trenches right where they stand, it doesn’t seem like they intend to pursue us.

Leon shook his head: "No, retreating without even fighting would mean we’ve come for nothing."

...

Meanwhile, twenty kilometers away in Shreveport.

The messenger frantically dismounted, rushing into the temporary command post: "Colonel, Munster Town has been attacked by the Texans, and the Massachusetts Breastplate Cavalry Corps stationed nearby has already mobilized, hoping for our support."

"Impossible, send word to them to fend for themselves."

Colonel Arthur’s face paled slightly, with numerous border towns nearly all sounding the alarm at the same time, and worse, the armory serving as the Mississippi River’s water route hub, stored with ammunition, firearms, artillery, shells, bandages, and medicines intended for the upcoming home troops, has been completely looted.

That’s enough supplies for an army of a hundred thousand, insignificant to the vast British Empire, but to resupply these home resources will take at least half a month.

Colonel Arthur couldn’t help but curse: "Damn Texans, they’ll pay the price for offending the British Empire!"

...

At the same time, in another town not far away.

The liberated slaves were lining up to receive the weapons distributed to them.

A group of Texas cowboys looked on in a bit of a daze, as the legendary "Mysterious Captain" continuously conjured up firearms and ammunition, piling them into a small hill on the square.

"Lord Losa, your firearms, surely didn’t come from just the British armory, did they?"

"Actually... it’s more than that."

Last night, Losa didn’t just visit Shreveport’s armory, he also went to the Saint George’s Knight Order base, where their armory was similarly emptied by Losa. Those were Holy Artifacts worshipped in churches for years, without which the Apprentice Knights’ weak Holy Light Power couldn’t possibly stand against the Wolf Race corner heads.

Unfortunately, these Holy Artifacts couldn’t be put to use.

All this gain from the outing was thanks to the "King’s Treasure Ring."

The greatest use of the Space Ring? Losa might have previously thought it to be simply convenient, but now he thinks it should come with the additional description "convenient for thievery."

In one night, he diligently made several trips, and the military supplies obtained, apart from being distributed to these Black rebel troops, could arm eighty thousand soldiers, with artillery, shells, and ammunition complete.

"Oh, and my portable space is limited, so many supplies are piled in a valley. Send some people to collect them because, at this moment, it looks like the British can’t organize an attack anytime soon. I want to go further into the enemy’s rear to find out more."

Phase One Operation’s record, Losa no longer needs to fully deal with now.

Just a "thief’s journey," in this battle, its contribution was greater than when he fought desperately in the previous Texas Defense.

...

New York.

The long whistle of the steam horn echoed through the port.

Beneath the soaring steam airships, more than a dozen steel warships emitted billowing black smoke.

The towering columns of black smoke are the best symbol of industrial-era civilization.

A group of colonial officials holding umbrellas could even feel the soot falling on their heads; occasionally, they’d take out their pocket watches to check the time, their expressions somewhat impatient, but no one dared complain.

As the only industrial city in the Thirteen Colonies, New York was regarded as the beacon of civilization on the American Continent,

Princess Louise, wearing a golden crown and dressed in a red, white, and gold gown, was swiftly dressing herself under the care of maids in the cabin.

Over the years, separatist undercurrents have surged through the Thirteen Colonies, and George Washington’s hanging in Richmond was never a conclusion; the conflict between the colonies and the homeland wouldn’t end with one man’s death or a purge.

For example, the catalyst for the Thirteen Colonies’ uprising originally stemmed from Britain’s annexation of French colonies during the Seven Years’ War.

From the mainland perspective, capturing Louisiana and other French colonies meant they were assigned to the Thirteen Colony Governments, thus the cost of dispatching troops should naturally be borne by the colonial governments.

The colonial ruling class felt cheated because they were forced into a war that wasn’t theirs and had to pay for it, which was intolerable.

Unfortunately, their words didn’t matter, as the homeland continued to impose taxes like the Stamp Act to recover these funds.

Ultimately, it’s the inconsistency of interests between the real power holders of the colonies and the homeland ruling class that caused this.

Unless Great Britain can remain strong perpetually, the independence of British North America is an inevitable event.

The Boer War has already proven that the cost of waging a modern war is extremely high.

Princess Louise’s arrival, along with her attempt to coronate herself as the Grand Duchess of New England, was also one of the homeland’s attempts to manage the vast North American territories.

Unfortunately, their words didn’t matter, as the homeland continued to impose taxes like the Stamp Act to recover these funds.

Ultimately, it’s the inconsistency of interests between the real power holders of the colonies and the homeland ruling class that caused this.

Unless Great Britain can remain strong perpetually, the independence of British North America is an inevitable event.

The Boer War has already proven that the cost of waging a modern war is extremely high.

Princess Louise’s arrival, along with her attempt to coronate herself as the Grand Duchess of New England, was also one of the homeland’s attempts to manage the vast North American territories.

Unfortunately, their words didn’t matter, as the homeland continued to impose taxes like the Stamp Act to recover these funds.

Ultimately, it’s the inconsistency of interests between the real power holders of the colonies and the homeland ruling class that caused this.

Unless Great Britain can remain strong perpetually, the independence of British North America is an inevitable event.

The Boer War has already proven that the cost of waging a modern war is extremely high.

Princess Louise’s arrival, along with her attempt to coronate herself as the Grand Duchess of New England, was also one of the homeland’s attempts to manage the vast North American territories.