In the quarter that just passed, the retreating arquebusiers reloaded once more in the back. Right after, the spearmen of the barbarians launched a surprise attack, hurling darts from three sides at close range. As they raised their shields to fend off this wave of offense, the natives' arquebusiers, surprisingly following the barbarian spearmen, planted themselves at close range once more and unleashed a terrifying volley!
"Damn deceitful natives! If I had two companies of veterans, I'd chop off all your heads and hang them on a big tree, just like we exterminated the Moorish Tribe!"
