Following Bruno's orders, the entire camp entered a state of commotion as all the soldiers gathered to repel the dragon… turned out to be nothing more than bait, counting less than a third of the duchy's total force.
The cowards who ran, the gutless bastards who couldn't even decide if to run or risk their lives fighting… Pretty much all of them suddenly revealed themselves as they peeked their heads out of the various masked trenches where they hid with their magi-modern weapons in hopes of getting the jump at the unsuspecting dragon while it was busy massacring the prisoners and crown mercenaries dressed up in the fanciest battle armors and outfits that the duchy could produce.
Around the place where Befolx was supposed to land, men moved to disarm the siege engines while the ranged units simply lowered and dismounted their weapons.