:
YES! I take first charge!
: Damn it, I wish you'd think these things through a little more throughly.
: We should just take position here at the camp and let them come to us instead of the other way around.
: I suppose there's no need to tire the horses just to kill peasants a little quicker ...
: You heard the Duke. Get the men in order!
: Yes sir! ...
: Oh, and you there, foot.
: Orders?
: Just .. stand there. We knights will finish them in no time at all.
: ... but-
: Silence, soldier. We have the right to open battle.
: Yessir. (
We got off light)
: I see no horse among them.
: Damn, it
really is only a group of peasants.
: Order the foot back. They'll be out of this one.
: You heard him. Move!
: Moving as ordered!
: Lances down, shields up ...
: There they are! Lances, down!
:
CHARGE!
: They already broke though the line! What's left for us to charge?
: Who cares? Just run them down then!
: Kill those ones too!
: Attack, kill those axemen!
: Charge those mercenaries!
Caught between axe, hoof and lance, the Polish hired axes had no where to go but down.
: Reform!
: Concentrate on their leader. We should rest the mounts before the enemy reinforcements arrive.
: Indeed. We will want to be at our best to defeat the Polish noble.
: Reformed and awaiting orders!