A Glorious Battlefield - Part 7

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It was a chilling sound. Enough to make a veteran shudder, especially when he was faced with an army, that for all its intents and purposes, was the certain mechanism that would bring about his death. It was hard to reaffirm his courage, especially when the drumming of cavalry hooves began to beat, before the echo of the horns had even faded from the air.

There wasn't enough time to think. The battlefield was too small. It required swift reactions from both Commanders and from troops. A short half a minute, and the cavalry would collide with their ranks.

The hand went into the air, without a second to wait, and the arrows were sent flying. Once more, Fieldcarer did not think that he had heard the orders given. At least, not in the Syndran tongue, yet the archers were firing nonetheless.