Frantic retreat

19th July 1574

"Everyone, respond with fire! Front units, crawl to the back!"

With this new tactic of the enemy turning out to be insanely effective against the type of warfare that I hoped to lead here, I had no other choice but to start retreating my troops out of the harm's way. After all, it didn't matter how great my weapons were if I didn't have living people that could wield them for me!

"Next line, advance and fire!"

As if my orders didn't manage to reach the ears of the enemy officer, or maybe because he couldn't be bothered with my reaction to his own moves, rather than altering his tactic to face against this new approach of mine, he continued to push his men forward in small leaps, giving only short windows between each salvo during which my men could actually retreat rather than hugging the earth in hopes of avoiding the bullets.