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You give the orders, and they are relayed—you shall take the bridge quickly! Throughout the main company, orders are shouted, flags are waved, and soon enough, the drummer boys begin to beat in frantic pace as your company takes off in full pace, only barely keeping their formations as they begin to run down the dirt road of the riverside. Behind you remains only your artillery pieces as they unlimber from their transport wagons and are slowly turned towards the enemy. Though their firing position is hardly ideal and restrict them to targetting only the hostile infrantry corps, it shall do for now.
Meanwhile, the allied cavalry corps make their move, gallopping across the stonework bridge in full gallop as they move to take the crossing before the enemy is able to reaching their range; yet as their numbers pass, they divide, the hussars turning westwards and north as they move upwards throughout the hill while the skirmishers continue to follow along the road, their eyes intent on harassing the enemy for long enough that their reinforcements can arrive and the mortar guns can be silenced.
As they begin to approach the effective range of their calivers and pistols, the skirmishers have already chosen their target, the unit of greatswords in the enemy vanguard that had advanced too quickly and become separated from their forces; the foe's arquebusiers were far enough that they would be able to attack this first time without fear of receiving counter-fire. They raise their arms, light their matches, and a stacatto of pops and echoes through the field, the unlucky men of the greatsword company falling to the ground wonded or dead as the bullets find their mark. The first company turns, gallopping away as they are replaced by the second, and the visage soon repeats. The skirmishers had done their job - the greatsword companies soon slowed their advance, moving backwards toward the safety of the quickly following hostile battle line.
