While the headquarters personnel were being handed over along with Louis, I was the first to claim the enemy cannons. Because of the stakes driven deep inside, the artillerymen had been flailing about in confusion, and when we approached they surrendered.
After securing the cannons and arquebuses as spoils, I also gathered up the wounded among our cavalry. The proportion of fatalities was quite high. And five of my own men had died too.
They hadn't been prospective grooms, but even so, I couldn't hide the bitterness.
I had to drag the Royal Artillery Corps before me without giving them so much as a moment to taste the sweet joy of victory. And they stared blankly at the enemy cannons sitting there before their eyes.
Marco, unable to believe what he was seeing, asked.
Schneider had already passed out. So the lieutenant had to take responsibility.
"...You want us to repair those?"
"That's right. Thanks to driving in the stakes just as you said, we were able to neutralize them."
