A sky filled with dust, earth-shaking cries and the sound of horse hooves, occasionally interspersed with a burst of gunshots and the pitiful whines of those hit.
The momentum seemed quite imposing, reminiscent of knights launching fearless charges against enemy positions. However, Roland could not feel any of this sacred solemnity from the spectacle before him; he just thought it was stupid.
Charging at a battalion with armored protection, equipped with a six-pounder cannon? Other than unimaginable stupidity, he really couldn't find a better word for it.
Actually, they weren't really that foolish, as could be seen from the fact they not only dismantled the railway but also stripped its foundation; these guys had seriously considered their train robbery plan. At the very least, even if the train had been prepared with steel rails and sleepers, rebuilding the foundation and laying tracks under a barrage of bullets and cavalry harassment would not be an easy task.
