Hahnmayer froze for a moment. Only when he raised his Telescope and saw the Ottoman insignia on those soldiers' hats did he realize they were not the French Army. Their Military Uniforms were simply far too similar.
He hesitated, then detached four squadrons to hold back the Ottoman infantry behind him while he led the rest onward to attack the newly opened gap. Yet just as he sliced through several layers of the Ottoman Army's western defenses as easily as a hot knife through butter, and could almost see Mustafa's golden sedan chair, two Cavalrymen galloped up from behind, waving and shouting, "Regiment Commander, Lieutenant Colonel König asks that you withdraw immediately! He can't hold on much longer!" Hahnmayer reined in sharply and turned around, but the sky-filling dust obscured his view.
He frowned. Those white-clad Ottoman soldiers numbered barely more than a thousand, yet they had defeated König's four cavalry Squadrons? He hurriedly ordered his cavalry to turn back. After racing more than a thousand paces, he indeed saw that the white Infantry Line had nearly sealed the gap they had entered through. Had he been any later by ten minutes or so, he would have been encircled by Ottoman infantry...
Hahnmayer broke out in a cold sweat. He had fought in the Austro-Turkish War several years ago, but he had never seen an Ottoman Army this fierce. Picking a direction, he finally led the Hussars out when the white-clad Ottoman troops were only two or three hundred paces away.
Only, more than a hundred of König's men had been trapped within the formations of over ten thousand Ottoman infantry.
Just as Mustafa was at his wits' end, he suddenly discovered that the left flank had stabilized. Then, through his Telescope, he spotted those white Military Uniforms. "New Army