28th August 1574
"Present your weapons!"
Officer's shout resounded in the vast, open field of the defilade's marching ground located right beside the military plant. Standing on top of a small tribune, I could still reach the end of my recently formed army.
Proving that their training wasn't for naught, as soon as the officer ordered, all of the fresh recturts standing on the other end of the plaza could see how nearly six hundred men brought their weapons from the resting to ready-to-dire position in a single, uniform motion.
"Fire!"
Resting the bottom of the carabines on their hip, soldiers pulled the triggers, sending a quick salvo right into the embrace of the skies.
"Fire!"
