The Forts gates would be pulled open with an ear shattering shriek. Now, Fort Sunter was exposed and it was time for the true attack to commence.
Friedrich was nervous, more nervous than he had ever been, yet he would not dare display it. He would not allow those who looked up to him to see what his true state of mind was. He wondered if Kraus had felt this way earlier? No matter, now was the time for action.
With an almost stone like stillness, he would point his blade towards the forts gate.
"Men, Forward!"
His voice boomed across the battlefield.
Soon, the air would be filled with the sound of hundreds of footsteps all marching to fulfil his orders. There was no going back now, if he had miscalculated something... If he had made a fatal error in his planning... No! He knew what he was doing; He would not allow the nerve to cloud his vision, not now!
Soon, he would be marching alongside his men. He knew his planning was on point and he would not allow his self doubt to seep into the minds of his soldiers. The only way to gain their confidence, and his own, was to fight alongside them in battle. This way, he would prove himself not only to his own men but to his own mind.
As they marched, the sound of arrows whistling past them would become ever prevalent and that sweet smell would become ever more dominant... Soon, they would be upon the enemy and, when they were, he would not fail.