It only takes another thirty minutes.
Only thirty minutes before the enemy forces dissolve before you.
In the end, there’s no great flanking maneuver or encirclement that breaks your foe. There’s no heroic cavalry charge. Just the struggles of tired, desperate men.
Seemingly all at once, the enemy infantry just collapses. Your men cut down too many, too fast. Exhausted rebels cannot fill the gaps quickly enough. Loyalist soldiers flood in.
The rebels cannot take the pressure. They’ve already been pushed to the extreme. They cannot bend any further.
And so they just… shatter.
All it takes is one small group to flee. One to break and lose hope. The rest follow. Cohesion dissolves.
It’s a complete rout.
Your soldiers surge forth with the force of a tidal wave, slaughtering disorganized rebels as they begin to flee. Any who stand their ground are cut down.
Only thirty minutes before the enemy breaks.
In the end, there’s no great flanking maneuver or encirclement that breaks your foe. There’s no heroic cavalry charge. Just the struggles of tired, desperate men.
All across the line, the enemy infantry are forced back. The loyalist soldiers seize this advantage and push, straining the exhausted rebel line even further. Brave soldiers cry out defiantly, rallying their comrades for one final push.
The rebels cannot take the sudden pressure. It forces them back. And back. And soon, they can bend no further.
And so they break.
All it takes is one small group to flee. One to break and lose hope. The rest follow. Cohesion dissolves.
Your soldiers surge forth, cutting down the disorganized rebels as they begin to flee. Any who stand their ground are slaughtered.
Motion from the treeline catches your attention. Loyalist cavalrymen burst out of the woods in flight, fleeing from some unknown threat. Moments later, this threat materializes, breaking free from the woods.
Enemy knights, steel plate glinting under the sun, step forth from the forest.
They pause and survey the scene unfolding before them. The battle is over. Their army is defeated.
Some sort of argument ensues. After a few seconds, the column turns around, heading back through the forest.
The nobles have abandoned their soldiers to the slaughter.
