'Two hundred of them, all shiny and stupid, marching right into it.'
Below, two hundred Flint infantry marched into the western approach while Hans held his signal flag high above the palisade. Shields covered the column's front, and the men behind strutted under household ribbons as Yenna tracked them through her glass.
Orin waited beside the rail with the reserve report, and the medical wagons stayed parked behind the firing route.
"Three crowns for the first banner on their command post!" the mounted officer bellowed, jabbing his saber at the breastwork.
"They're farm hands behind logs, push through and take their carts!"
"Farm hands, huh?" Hajin snorted, cracking his knuckles, "oh, buddy, you're about to learn something."
Borin crouched beside his repeating crossbow while Sena checked the rope winches across the channel.
Rell waited beyond the concealed ditch with twenty spearmen crouched behind his lowered blade.
