"These arrow fletchings and heads are definitely the kind we use."
"So there are still horse archers left."
Barosi had told me that some of the Hungarian mercenary companies hired by Bohemia and Bavaria still remained. We presumed it was the Kuschak faction, which was on friendly terms with the mercenaries, but we couldn't be certain.
Anton, who couldn't make sense of it no matter how hard he tried, asked me.
"Commander, was the Beren cavalry really weak enough to be wiped out that easily?"
"They probably ignored Benjamin's control, charged off on their own, and got smashed to pieces. Tsk tsk tsk."
"Like those bastards who ignored your orders and charged during the last pitched battle?"
I'd been burned by that once myself, but I had turned it into an opportunity. While the order violators tied up the enemy cavalry, I circled around and raided the enemy artillery and gunners, earning decisive merit that shook the entire battlefield.
