Colonel Hugo Barris was a little nervous. After all, this was the first combat mission and against an enemy that outnumbered them almost ten times. He felt no fear: with the firearms they would win even if the opponent were double. He simply did not want to commit any error, since his lord was in the middle of this battle.
At that moment he was very attentive to the carriage that advanced at full speed across the plain, waiting for the signal to begin his mobilization. The operation would begin the moment the carriage stopped.
While he observed, the carriage that was advancing at full speed suddenly stopped. Then Colonel Hugo knew that his moment had arrived.
"Attention! Establish marching formations. Battalion No. 1 head toward the right flank of the carriage, Battalion No. 2 toward the left flank and establish firing lines." Colonel Hugo's strong voice resonated among the soldiers, who quickly set themselves in motion.
Meanwhile, what Baron Creus saw was a large number of soldiers coming out of the forest at one end of the plain. At first he was a little frightened: it seemed he had been exposed and the viscount had prepared himself.
The others also began to enter into panic. Then the opposite side aligned itself in a horizontal line around the viscount. At that moment, Baron Creus came to himself and recovered his confidence upon seeing the situation on the other side.
"Gentlemen, do not panic. The other side only has about a thousand soldiers; we outnumber them ten times. It is only that there will be a few more sacrifices than we expected."
Then Baron Creus looked toward his son Julián and said:
"Send the signal to begin the plan. We need the viscount alive; I want to know who it was that betrayed us."
Although he said that, Baron Creus already had someone in mind, but he could not do anything without proof.
"Yes, Father." Then Julián sent the attack signal to the ambush side.
On the other side, Colonel Hugo stood behind André, who was looking at Baron Creus's army that was approaching.
"Awaiting your order, my lord."
"Wait until they are at one hundred meters."
At this order, Colonel Hugo only nodded.
"Fire at will!"
When the enemy army was around one hundred meters distant, Colonel Hugo shouted in a loud voice.
Then the nightmare of the enemies began.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, the soldiers in the front line fell and did not get up again. Those who came behind only saw holes in their armor that streamed blood.
Baron Creus, who was marching in the rear, only heard loud sounds, like a crackling of storm clouds, and then saw with horror how more than three hundred front-line soldiers fell to the ground and did not get up again.
But this did not end there. Everything began again and the loud sounds this time did not stop. His soldiers continued falling. In five minutes, half of his army had been lost. Then he realized that everything was finished.
"Retreat, retreat!"
Without hesitation, Baron Creus ordered the retreat. He did not feel pain for the soldiers who fell in the front line: they were only recently recruited peasants and he could gather double with a little time. Instead, his more than one hundred knights were what truly concerned him.
At the order of retreat, everyone broke ranks and turned around, terrified at seeing how their companions fell without knowing how their enemy was doing it.
It is human nature to fear what we do not know, but what they did not expect was that their nightmare was only beginning. Many would wish they had fallen in the first group.
In another place, André looked with a cold face at everything that was occurring. What happened was within his expectations. Then he said:
"Prepare the flags to give the signal to Colonel Ron Clos."
In the training they had also learned to send and receive commands by means of flags. Surprisingly, this method was invented by Colonel Hugo. André was delighted: he hoped that with time more people would surprise him like this.
When the enemy army moved far enough away that the rifles were no longer a threat, they felt relieved. But it was at that moment that their nightmare began.
"Have the artillerymen open fire."
André gave the order and the one in charge of the signals sent the order to Colonel Ron.
In another place, Baron Bourbon was crying hard. Wanting to take the credit for killing André, he had thrown himself into the front lines and had the luck not to die, but instead received a bullet in the left arm.
Now he was being attended to, considering that they were at a safe distance.
"What kind of weapons are these damned things? Could it be that what Baron Creus said is true and he is receiving help from the witches of the legend?"
As soon as he said that, he regretted it. He was not a fool and knew what would happen if the soldiers filled themselves with panic. Luckily, it seemed no one heard him, only his most faithful knights, who had looks of panic.
"You don't have to worry, I only said it casually. It is impossible that the witches exist… What…?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud roar was heard that even made him forget his pain from the fright.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
"Aaaa, aaaa, aaaa!"
Screams arrived from everywhere. What Baron Bourbon saw made his face turn paler than it already was: a strange object arrived from nowhere, destroying everything in its path, leaving a trail full of blood, limbs, and screams of unfortunate people who did not die upon being hit by the projectile.
Paths and lines of blood remained in the middle of the crowd. Everyone stood still from the fright. Then the nightmare came again and the holocaust officially began.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"
"Run!"
It is not known who said this, but everyone ran without direction, trying to get away from the life-collector and death-bringer that was approaching without knowing from where. Everything became chaos.
Baron Bourbon also ran. Suddenly he heard a ssss; something was approaching at great speed. He felt that something struck him strongly, but he had no time to feel anything: the eternal darkness enveloped his mind.
"Baron Bourbon is dead."
When this scene reached those present, everyone knew that it was finished. Someone knelt and the others followed him, trying to obtain a ray of hope by surrendering.
And their hopes became reality: when everyone knelt, the great sounds ceased and an army with strange weapons in their hands arrived shortly afterward to take them as prisoners.
On the other side, Baron Creus was stunned. He did not care what was happening; he only looked at a pile of human remains scattered somewhere. Perhaps he hoped that one of those cannons would finish him as well. There was no appreciation for living on his face. It is understandable: he had seen how a cannon ended his son's life in front of his eyes.
In the first round of cannons, a ball passed near him. When he saw where his son was together with Baron Chase, he lost his soul at that moment. Being the highest command in the army, without anyone giving orders, everything became chaos.
Only after seeing how they surrendered on the other side did everyone kneel and then the noises ceased. Baron Creus survived, but he seemed a body without a soul, stunned there, without moving or looking elsewhere. After a moment, André's army arrived and took everyone as prisoners.