Chris was looking forward to seeing the Retalians' two thousand light shock cavalry attack the Military Camp held by Marlow's army group.
The players spotted the uninvited guests as soon as the Raitelian cavalry approached Marlow's army group. After all, more than two thousand cavalry looked even more impressive than four thousand infantry and took up more of the view.
Hiding that many men and horses was no easy task.
When Chris watched the Retalian cavalry arrive through the eyes of different players, seeing them from multiple perspectives, he naturally slipped into a gamer's mindset, eager to sit back and enjoy the spectacle.
Classical feudal cavalry charging a Military Camp defended by line infantry, with masses of muskets and cannons, rockets, and all manner of strange firearms-the battle would be a visual feast.
Wouldn't that be more exciting than watching a movie?
So Chris was looking forward to seeing the Raitelian cavalry charge. He was even getting a little impatient.
Back when he played games like Total War, Red Alert, and Mount & Blade, he had always enjoyed being the defender, preparing his positions in advance and waiting for the enemy to attack.
Watching enemy troops get destroyed under his side's powerful ranged fire gave Chris genuine pleasure. He could play all day without getting bored.
Yet the Retalians had no intention of fulfilling Chris's wish to relive that childhood joy... After watching for a while from beside Major General Marlow's Military Camp, the two thousand-odd cavalry rode away.
They rode away!?
Chris was bitterly disappointed.
What a bunch of cowards.
Omdur Harbor, temporary headquarters.
After listening to Commander Hornheim's report as he knelt on one knee, Seba Retalia's face turned livid. The crystal wineglass in his hand creaked under his grip.
At last, he hurled the glass to