Repeating an Old Scheme

Nearly a thousand soldiers gathered at the front of the dock, a little confused as they looked at the rows of horizontal trenches in front of them, unable to see a single enemy.

How should they fight this?

They hadn't encountered this particular positional warfare before.

John Senior was on horseback on a small hill in the rear, surrounded by a group of his own guards.

John Junior was with him.

"These rats are hiding in the trenches, our archers can't attack. Boy, what ideas do you have?"

Little John wore a suit of one-piece heavy armor. The faceplate on his helmet was opened to reveal his rather handsome face.

"Father, I personally suggest the army directly advance. They are all hiding in the trenches, and we can easily kill them with our lances and bows when we get over there and take the high ground."