"Me?"
"You're queen. I ain't the monarch here, gov'ness."
"What should I say?"
"Just shout 'move out.' It ain't difficult."
She takes a deep breath. She shouts the order, but it sounds like the cry of someone in distress. It's loud, but it lacks authority.
Velinor echoes the order, and the archers begin to advance. It takes over a minute for the men to reach the designated hundred yards to be in range of the enemy. You can see the over two hundred rebel archers standing at the bank begin to slowly fall back.
A distant voice calls an order, and the rebels, still walking backward, begin to ready to fire. Moving while shooting is not impossible, but it will greatly impair accuracy. It appears as if the enemy archers are attempting a fighting retreat.
Velinor's voice booms from your line, "Archers, nock!" Three hundred men nock three hundred arrows.
"Archers, draw!" Three hundred men pull back three hundred bows.
A distant order is shouted. Two hundred arrows silently rise from the rebel line. You take a deep breath, your own eyes following the arc of the incoming attack.
"Archers, loose!" Three hundred arrows rise from your own line. The dull thud of three hundred bowstrings being released resounds from your archers. The whole motion, from nocking to drawing to loosing the arrow, takes only ten seconds.
When the enemy arrows fall, they fall with relatively little effect. Almost two dozen of your archers fall, their injured cries rising to the sky.
The volley bears down upon the rebel archers. However, many of the lesser bows of the peasant archers lack the range and punch of the professionals, causing many of the arrows to fall ineffective at such a range.
A decent portion of the enemy archers drop to the soil. Many begin to flee. Those that hold their ground prepare for another volley.
Arrows are repeatedly exchanged, but by the fifth volley, it's clear to the rebels that it isn't worth dying over such a pre-battle skirmish. They begin to flee, but your men offer them no quarter, the memory of your own fleeing men getting cut down being fresh in their minds.
Mission completed, Velinor turns the formation around. The roughly hundred casualties sustained are carried by the healthy. The victorious archers return to cheers and celebrations.
The fields are once again secure.
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