Warhorns
Korelians Side
The castle’s curtain wall wasn’t thick, and the overall construction was outdated. Against three fixed counterweight mangonels or early trebuchet, even the main keep was unlikely to survive more than a week of bombardnt.
If the walls were targeted and breached, an uneven battle would ensue. Against six-thousand invaders, there was zero chance to win. If the castle fell, the town of Korelia would inevitably surrender, despite its trenches.
Understanding this, Lansius played the only hand available to him: initiative.
Eight-hundred n, consisting of three-hundred n-at-arms and five-hundred militia, had been readied since the previous night. They ate an early breakfast and marched out at first light.
Strategic positioning ensured the castle’s garrison of crossbown protected their right flank while the town’s nearby trenches covered the left. Sir Justin valiantly led the right wing, personally guarded by his band of hardened ex-rcenaries.
The center was under Hugo’s command, bolstered by Roger and a group of arbalester.
Lieutenant Sigmund, the skald, led the third company on the left wing. Despite their confident march, the troop strength wasn’t full, as Lansius had assigned a hundred of them to a separate mission.
However, these troops, originally no more than troublemakers from Midlandia, had matured. They had developed discipline and loyalty, driven by Lansius’ generous wages and fair treatnt.
Lansius’ decision to employ them year-round had transford them ntally and physically. The previous year, the majority of Midlandian troops were distrustful, malnourished, and scrawny. They would only fight for their own lives.
Now, the sa troops were well disciplined, followed orders, and were physically tough, a result of their work in the trenches, which provided even more inco and physical training.
In addition, the Lord provided als and shelter, even in winter. With their basic needs covered, they could save money. Last year, thick ragged clothes as the poor man’s gambesons were their standard attire. Now, they wore proper gambesons, helts, and even ringmails or brigandine.
Moreover, the vanguard as the crè de la crè had armor rivaling a knight. These small number of top perforrs, instead of gambling and drinking during winter, dedicated their ti to training.
The billets, the training halls, and the training sche provided sufficient motivation for them to hone their skills and physique.
To say that this year’s Korelian troops were an improvent would be a serious understatent. They had beco a fit, fully functional military unit, no longer a motley crew of poor peasants and vagabonds.
The price of their improvent was their quantity. Lansius recruited sparingly. He stood firm on his decision not to engage in large-scale or seasonal recruitnt. His approach was unconventional, but it seed he was onto sothing innovative.
Well-fed and well-paid, the n of House Lansius were formidable, with high morale. The sa happened with the militia. The Korelians were driven by gratitude and hope for a better life under their Lord.
The sumr sun didn’t bother them; they were accustod to laboring under it. They found standing in formation less taxing compared to digging the trenches.
Determinedly, the troops stood their ground while the vast Coalition army took to the field.
As the Coalition approached, Sir Justin, fully encased in plate armor, finalized his preparations. “n,” he called for their attention as he read from a piece of paper on his gauntlet while his adjutant carried his halberd.
“Lord Lansius wishes to share a few words with you. Firstly, he wants you to know that he wished to stand with you, whom he regards as blood brothers.”
He then comnted off-script, “Can you imagine that a Lord thinks of you, the scum of Midlandia, as his blood brothers?”
His off-the-cuff remark prompted chuckles from the n, easing their tension.
The Marshal returned to his script. “The Lord feels disgraced that he cannot fight alongside you, but he is needed elsewhere to ensure victory. In this matter, the Lord has assured that today’s victory is as certain as death by old age.”
As expected, the ntion of death sparked strong emotions in the n. The Marshal continued, "n, do not fear death... Embrace it. Let it strengthen your resolve and drive you to fight your hardest," he said with compassion. "Blood and guts will be shed, but ultimately, victory will be ours. The sacrifices made will not be in vain. They will bring glory and riches to you, your family, and your descendants."
These words pumped up the n, steeling their resolve. The promise of wealth was always a good cause to die for.
Afterward, the knight solemnly asked, “Rember your upbringing and your life before today; it was a wretched life, wasn’t it?”
The n collectively nodded in agreent.
Sir Justin chuckled, gazed at the end part of the letter and found it a bit weak so he improvised. "n, now is the chance to change your fate. Take it from the nobles, take it from their knights, be the master of your own fate!"
The n looked pumped but relaxed, almost ditative. There, in the field of Korelia with their sharpened polearms and swords in hand, they patiently waited for the enemy to co.
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Tann- tann- taraaa! Taa- raaaa!!
The Coalition’s trumpets echoed across the plains of Korelia. Soon, waves of troops erged from the encampnt. There were no uniforms, each man donned a different style, pattern, or color of garnt.
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Ahead of the colorful troops, captains and lieutenants wasted no ti in establishing formation. Slowly, the disorganized bunch began to coalesce into larger, orderly columns.
anwhile, the nobles on their horses took the lead, guiding the newly assembled columns. They were flanked by two-hundred mounted knights and the rest of the cavalry. In total, the Coalition brought more than three-hundred cavalry.
Their brightly colored clothing, polished steel armor, and vibrant banners turned the scene into a spectacle. Indeed, for them, this was a necessary display of power. This was how they showcased their might on their subjects, peers, and adversaries.
Following the noblen and cavalry was the main body of troops, consisting of six thousand n-at-arms and levied footn. These were common n who had no part in political squabbles.
They were here to fulfill their contracts and obligations to their lord. Many were simple farrs, artisans, or tradesn. Ironically, they were the ones who would bear the brunt of the fighting.
With another blast of the trumpet, the halt order was sounded. The entire army stopped while dispatches on horses galloped to relay orders from the top.
Captains in each column received the commands and passed them on to the lieutenants. A flurry of activity ensued as the troops began to form into a single formation.
Before long, the formation was complete. Four unbroken lines of n stretched out for more than a mile. It was an impressive and effective display of force.
The trumpets sounded again, and the formation advanced in unison. Hundreds of banners waved. Armor and helts glistened under the bright sumr sun.
As they neared the Korelians’ line, the scale of their disparity beca increasingly evident. The Coalition’s six-thousand dwarfed the defenders’ eight-hundred. It was akin to comparing a mighty river to a re pond.
The breadth of the Coalition’s formation covered such a wide swath of land that anyone observing from Korelia would see the plains teeming with invading troops.
The scale of the invasion was not lost on the observers. Korelia’s population totaled slightly more than six-thousand, including children and the elderly. The fact that the Coalition had brought this many troops was proof that they took Lansius’ reputation seriously.
The mile-long formation continued their advance until another sound from the trumpets rang out. The formation promptly halted. Now, more than six thousand n stood tall and nacing, all facing Korelia.
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Coalition Side
“Mm... everything seems to be as expected, Baron?” Lord Jorge, mounted on his horse but still clad in his arming jack, queried nonchalantly. He was kept under the shade by a large umbrella held diligently by a team of squires.
“Indeed, My Lord. We shall proceed as planned,” Omin responded and began to relay his orders.
Earlier, the two had ruled out a full-scale attack. Both understood the inherent risks of open battles. Even a stroke of bad luck could jeopardize superior forces. Thus, they opted to launch a smaller-scale attack in response to Lansius’ invitation to battle.
A skirmish, not a pitched battle. This was to preserve the Coalition’s nurical superiority. After all, they rely needed to exercise patience and wait for the siege engines to do their work. No one wanted to risk the entire army against a potential trap.
Their decision was also influenced by the landscape. With a hill on one side and the town’s ditches on the other, there wasn’t enough space for their mile-long formation.
Earlier, a scout had reported that only a few hundred could march side by side. They deduced this to be the reason why Lansius had positioned his army there. The area essentially functioned as a natural bottleneck.
It acted as a barrier, preventing a larger army from deploying its full force against a smaller adversary. However, the two Lords were confident that they could outmaneuver it. A trap was only a trap if they weren’t aware of it.
As commanded by Lord Jorge and Omin, the Coalition force divided itself into three columns. Each contained two-thousand n.
Sir Arius, one of Lord Jorge’s cousins, had the honor of leading the attack. The young man was brave and experienced. His column stood in the center, preparing to attack eastward.
After Omin had concluded their planning with Lord Jorge, the Baron and his entourage rejoined their column and began to march toward the south, facing Korelia town.
Omin positioned his troops to guard against a potential surprise attack from the town’s direction or the south. This position also allowed him the opportunity to raid the town if the chance arose.
The Nicopolans under him were eager for action. The idea that the siege could be over before the end of the season was both thrilling and exciting to them.
However, Omin was cautious, not allowing himself to be swept up in the thought of an easy victory. He still couldn’t fathom what the enemy was thinking by offering a battle.
Lady Daniella shared his concern. Her experience in minor skirmishes as rcenaries inford her that sothing was amiss.
“The Korelians will try sothing. You’ll do well to keep an eye on Lord Jorge,” said Omin.
“Will do, My Lord.” Without a verbal command, Daniella led her Nicopolan cavalry to join Lord Jorge as a reserve.
anwhile, to the north, the last column, composed mostly of regints from the South Hill, assud formation. They positioned themselves against the hill and in the direction of the castle. They were there to counter any potential attack from the castle.
As planned, Lord Jorge and his knights remained with the cavalry, acting as a reserve and quick reaction force.
As the Coalition marched, the sumr sun rose higher. Despite being far from midday, the heat was already unbearable. There were no tall trees for shelter, only plains of tall, yellowing grass.
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