Moving an army was never easy.
Was a thousand people a lot?
If you asked that question online, over half the answers would be obvious... not many.
But a thousand people really was quite a lot.
An elementary school in China averaged around six to seven hundred students, while a middle school had a thousand.
In other words, a thousand people was an entire middle school. To picture just how many students that meant, think back to Monday morning exercises in your middle school days... packed into tight formations, they could fill an entire sports field.
Even getting those thousand people onto and off the field required orderly queues.
Moving ten thousand people across a plain with poor roads, while maintaining combat formations to deal with a battle that could break out at any moment, was even more troublesome.
So although Charles saw an endless sea of enemies spread across an enormous area, the players in the first wave to engage the Retalian Army were limited by the roads and terrain. There actually weren't that many of them, only about a thousand. The rest of the Bagnians were still coming up from behind or watching the show.
But those thousand were enough to unleash a devastating tide.
They weren't disciplined regular troops. They had no orderly ranks, no unified commands.
The unaffiliated players charging at the front were like beasts driven mad by the scent of blood, wearing wildly assorted armor that was generally heavy, even cumbersome.
Fine steel plate armor, brigandine, chain mail mixed with leather armor... if it offered protection, they strapped it on.
Their heavy footsteps trampled the mud with a dull rumble, merging into a terrifying gray torrent of iron. Ignoring every rule of the battlefield, the players used the most primitive, direct approach possible, lunging