In stark contrast to the Iron Square of the Redshirt Army, which remained firm in the face of gunfire and bullets, the grenadiers of the vanguard were launching an assault in a loose formation.
The people of Albion shook their heads at this: There was no unified rhythm, each person acted according to their own pace with speed and distance widely varied. It looked like a group of untrained farmers rather than regular soldiers.
"They couldn't possibly break through the trenches."
Duke Wellington sighed as if in pity, and Duke Marlborough, who stood by his side, nodded in agreement, raising his binoculars once more to observe the battlefield.
The sight of thousands of men shouting "Long live!" and launching a desperate charge was indeed spectacular. But no one believed that such a dispersed attack, capable of only sporadic fire, could break through the solid defenses of the Duchy Army. The only thing they could do was exhaust the enemy's ammunition.
