17th July 1574 late night/very early morning
As stupid as it might seem to attack the moment the firing positions were finally ready, I had to somehow bait my opponent into attacking. With the edge that my weapons gave us over the enemy force, rather than allowing my men to get into the danger zone of hostile fire, I could simply place them at the very edge of their own effective range, forcing the enemy commander to respond to this action in any way.
"Men! On me!"
Not even bothering to draw my own weapon, I started moving forward. Step by step, the entire line of my men continued to close on our enemies. Looking at the other side of the soon-to-be battlefield, I could see that contrary to my own orders, they actually closed their ranks and formed in a half-circle formation, using the line of the buildings as the protection for their rear, just as much as I wanted to use it as an anvil on which my troops would smash them apart.
"Stop!"
