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You decide upon a simple plan, a simple yet hopefully effective one that shall not too greatly tire your men. You order your men to dig up the earth, raising it so that you may shape some manner of wall or fence. Not all of your men have shovels, of course. Only the very bare minimum - the standard, used for setting camp all day, and owned by those amidst your regiment tasked with such a duty. Yet it is enough, and shortly before the sun has set, you see your defences rise before you.
They are no bastion walls, certainly, but they are better than nothing. Tall enough for your arquebusiers and musketeers to hide behind, rising to fire before falling back into safety. Were you to have your footmen below, waiting for the foe at the head of the bridge, you would have little difficulty firing over their heads. Though you cannot help but notice how exposed such men would be, bereft entirely of cover.
Perhaps you would to well to target heavily their own shot.
As much as you might have wished to perhaps add more to your defenses, however, it was already late. The last rays of sunlight dimmed out as that great fiery hearth set upon the west. As the men began to go about making their (late) supper, lighting campfires and setting tents, you were yet worried, looking over the horizon for a sign you hoped greatly would not be there.
As you waited, scanning the skies before you, a messenger arrived. Your knights, which you had sent southwards to scout out the area for any bridges or passes had returned - and so had your other scouting parties, none too far apart from the other in time. That they had arrived so close when the scouting parties had been sent out this morning...nevertheless, what they had found interested you more.
As you had expected, the North had, indeed, held a bridge, though very thankfully, not a shallow crossing. The captain that had found it, one <span class="mu-i">Dessany</span>, reports that he had it burnt and destroyed. Nothing else was found. In the south however...
In the south, your knights reported another bridge - a wooden one, as well. It was all but connected to a riverside village. None of the locals dared approach them, of course, though the sight <span class="mu-i">did</span> set them running away. Fearing a sack, certainly...Your horsemen had been unable to fell it before the night arrived. Some might call it unfortunate, but the thought gives you pause. You had spent some great deal of time thinking of this upcoming battle, and had arrived to the conclusion that perhaps you may have lacked <span class="mu-i">something.</span>
