The small hill was high ground for Hus Village, but Lynn had come from behind, so it was no longer high ground.
Although the enemy still outnumbered them, their rear forces had already been wiped out. They still had fewer men than the enemy, but the difference was now within acceptable limits.
With muskets and cannons, a few thousand men could certainly take on a force of over ten thousand.
The infantry squares continued advancing, while the artillery had already begun setting up.
From Lynn's perspective, the enemy had clearly panicked. They fell into disarray for a moment, but fortunately, they had enough noble officers to steady the troops.
The mages had begun to assemble, preparing to summon rain. Lynn glanced at the artillery officer.
The artillery officer understood at once. "Aim at the mages!"
"Ready!"
"Fire!"
The cannons began to roar, throwing the mages' formation into disarray and preventing them from casting their spells.
The formation had spread out. The enemy had nowhere to run.
The cannons barely needed to aim. The enemy was packed so tightly together that the relentless bombardment threw them into complete disarray.
How were they supposed to fight in a situation like this?
They had been ambushed out of nowhere, and the enemy infantry was already bearing down on them. The enemy had weapons that could hit their dense formation from so far away. Could they even form up properly?
That was the situation now: a formation of ten thousand men had been thrown into chaos by the concentrated fire of Lynn's cannons. On top of that, many of the young noble officers lacked experience. In a situation like this, so much depended on the ability of the lower-ranking commanders—and on the quality of the soldiers.
If things had gone a little better, they