Brand was turning his horse's head, and the Princess's startled voice made all the Junior NCOs, and even the Knights, turn their heads in surprise, watching their Commander leave the front line and gallop alone toward the left wing.
What is he doing?
Under the pressure of the Alliance, the left-wing formation of the Noble Private Soldiers was retreating awkwardly, becoming looser bit by bit, gradually being squeezed into a small triangle. As long as von Doggen's Dragon Cavalry circled to the flank, collapse seemed only a matter of time.
It's already irreparable.
Has the Commander gone mad?
Viscount von Doggen thought so too, although he hadn't seen Brand, the opposing Commander had not given up on the left wing and had not regrouped the central formation until now. The reaction was too slow, and he couldn't help but sneer, perhaps too arrogant.
