There are several orders you could issue now.
Your archers are currently focused on the enemy infantry, loosing their arrows over the heads of your own men. Rade's own archers continue to rain arrows upon your men.
If you manage to occupy both groups of hostile riders, your light horsemen may be able to flank behind the rebel line.
The sheer number of enemy infantry is alarming, but not every man in a battle is engaged at once. Should you have faith in your retinue's ability to coordinate, shifting men from the reserve ranks to the front will allow you to compensate for the enemy's numbers.
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Sokol's breath comes out in short gasps. His lungs burn with exertion. The arm strapped to his shield aches. His spear arm feels weak.
Warm blood trickles down his face. He's forced to constantly wipe his forehead to keep the mixture of blood and sweat out of his eyes.
Constantly fighting for such a long period has left Sokol drained. It's fortunate for the loyalist that the rebel soldier across from him is equally exhausted. Both men stare each other down, too exhausted to even raise their weapons.
With a cry of pain and exertion, Sokol raises his spear and thrusts at the rebel. The man barely manages to raise his shield in time, blocking the strike. The two raise their weapons once again, fueled by desperation and adrenaline.
And they continue the fight.
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