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There is little doubt about what you must do next; to allow the enemy the advantage when they have not yet seemingly arrived to the field of battle would be giving them the chance to trap on this side of the river. You signal to one of your courier men to relay the orders to your colonel of horse, whom you shall, for the purpose of this battle, refer to by his rank; he is to advance forth and scout the bridge for signs of the hostile forces.
You have also decided you shall remain within your retinues, a small yet with no doubt strong group of guards from your very own household that have accompanied you so ever since you had first left your fief; they are armed with armor that could rival even that of a company of knights, and their capabilities are no less impresisve. You have no doubt you will be quite safe within the field of battle, so long as you do not find yourself surrounded, or under the aim of enemy shot. You have heard more than enough tales of captains far greater than you being taken in a moment by stray bullet or cannonball.
As your cavalry begins to shrink in the distance, you order your companies of foot to continue their march in double column and at full pace, looking to arrive at the Kuften Bridge as soon as you are able to. You look at the river besides you as you trot upon your horse; your forward parties had made no mistake when they called this river treacherous, seeing its water pass by with violence as you go, curving off the rocks and mud of the riverside. This manner of terrain could take down a man, much less so a horse or piece of gun. ***You are almost certain that there is no shallow crossing to be found within these regions***
Your train of thought is broken, however, as you hear the telltale sound of gunfire, turning your head only to see the rising clouds of smoke besides the distant form of your cavalrymen; you are under fire by artillery!
