Enemy charge

19th July 1574

"Charge!"

With this shout coming from the side of the battlefield, I was barely capable of hearing it from all the shooting, falling, thumping and the new, distinctive sound that just entered the chaotic universe of the battle.

The sound of a huge number of horses galloping, made it seem like everything that happened in this place so far, was just a child's play, when compared to what was about to happen now.

"TO THE WALLS!"

As much as I would love to count on my reaper gunners to stop the charge before this thin and lethal blade could reach the underbelly of my troops, I didn't dare to believe in their complete capabilities either. As the history of my nation in its early twentieth-century war with the bolsheviks proved, with enough numbers and determination, even a real machine gun wouldn't be able to destroy the enemy, cavalry charge, not to speak about its wannabe version that I came up with myself!

"Fiiiix Bayoneetes…"