!!xTem6FcnJVT 08/02/11(Tue)13:03 No.15792613|
You have your longbowmen march forward, keeping your crossbows behind for now. Farran's voice booms out, "Ready Bows!", as he speaks the bows are lowered, "Nock!", arrows are slotted in, "Draw!", the mighty longbows are drawn backwards, "Loose!", as he calls out a hail of arrows fly towards the enemy.
The Empire soldiers however counter, their infantry place their shields atop of each-other and you are forced to watch your arrows bounce off them. What does bring a sly smirk to your face is the fact that their 'boxes' are now marching forward.
Another volley is launched with similar effect, however there is now a definite gap between the infantry and the crossbowmen. Spear-heading the cavalry yourself you leave Farran in charge of the infantry as you ride away.
The villagers along the wall angle their crossbows at you, as well as the Empire troops. As one they unleash bolts upon your troops, you grunt as you feel one of them tear through your chainmail just beneath your breastplate. Luckily it's only a grazing wound, but there is little time to think as you power in between the shields of the crossbowmen.
Swords and axes slice out and you score an impressive hit on them, you however see that you've lost more then half of the lighter cavalry force. Some of them are still fighting on the ground, but you can see the Militia already rearming their crossbows.
Only ten of the Empire trained troops remain, but well over sixty crossbows angle your way. Across the field Farran is holding, he has ordered the archers to take shields and spears, forming a larger force then the two Columns.
Their backs are unprotected though.