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5/27/2025, 10:19:42 PM
With those pikemen around, there's little your horses can do. To charge the arquebusiers outright would just lead to your death. With your horsemen still flowing through the hole in the palisade, however, they stand distracted. You know what to do.
"Onwards! Follow me!" you yell, your men accompanying you as you pick up the pace; you had seen a dirt road further left; you shall simply march around the city and take that road before the enemy is able to do any further damage. Your troops gallops along the road, the houses beside you sealed shut and the citizens no doubt cowering within. It is not long until you run into a wide circle, no doubt the city's main square where merchants made their trade. Now it is empty, a few lonely stands abandoned by those who were not able to take them down fast enough once they had heard of your force's arrival.
Had your men been of lesser discipline, they might have scattered into the merchant houses of the coast, seeking to plunder their wealth for themselves before the battle had even finished. These, however, are Knights, men whose livelihoods are already assured regardless of what they gain in this war. And so, your troop continues leftwards and then finally down. In the distance, you continue to hear the firing of shots and the screaming of men; you doubt many of them belong to your enemies.
Your horses begin to pick up speed, the enemy soon coming into sight. Hundreds of long pike, pointed towards your forces, yet with their backs presented. To charge a formation of pike from the front is suicide; but from the side? The deadliness of their long arms becomes a weakness, too long to be easily turned upon a foe that is already upon them.
Your previous charge had been a half formed one, done with but a small lead up to pick your speed. Now? Your men are at full gallop, lances lowering as the enemy realizes too late that you are upon them. You crash upon them just as you had before, men flying, your sword repeating its motion as you cut the pikemen down. As your men continue to push forth into the formation, you look further, to the field where your men passed through.
"Onwards! Follow me!" you yell, your men accompanying you as you pick up the pace; you had seen a dirt road further left; you shall simply march around the city and take that road before the enemy is able to do any further damage. Your troops gallops along the road, the houses beside you sealed shut and the citizens no doubt cowering within. It is not long until you run into a wide circle, no doubt the city's main square where merchants made their trade. Now it is empty, a few lonely stands abandoned by those who were not able to take them down fast enough once they had heard of your force's arrival.
Had your men been of lesser discipline, they might have scattered into the merchant houses of the coast, seeking to plunder their wealth for themselves before the battle had even finished. These, however, are Knights, men whose livelihoods are already assured regardless of what they gain in this war. And so, your troop continues leftwards and then finally down. In the distance, you continue to hear the firing of shots and the screaming of men; you doubt many of them belong to your enemies.
Your horses begin to pick up speed, the enemy soon coming into sight. Hundreds of long pike, pointed towards your forces, yet with their backs presented. To charge a formation of pike from the front is suicide; but from the side? The deadliness of their long arms becomes a weakness, too long to be easily turned upon a foe that is already upon them.
Your previous charge had been a half formed one, done with but a small lead up to pick your speed. Now? Your men are at full gallop, lances lowering as the enemy realizes too late that you are upon them. You crash upon them just as you had before, men flying, your sword repeating its motion as you cut the pikemen down. As your men continue to push forth into the formation, you look further, to the field where your men passed through.
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