What's the situation?
Onufri raised his binoculars, gazing at the distant hillside; he and Ravel had not acted together, each patrolling separately, guarding the key border passages. He had worked with Ravel more than once or twice, and they were so familiar with each other they could tell whether the other was defecating or passing gas just by the shift of their bottoms.
Once one side encountered trouble, the other could quickly provide support—a very common minor tactic.
Through his binoculars, Onufri saw the flashes of gun barrels light up the dark hillside, his pupils shrank suddenly, he tossed away the binoculars, and instantaneously drew his sword, shouting the order, "Rear guard to the front! Support Ravel! Kill!"
With the command, the 5,000 cavalry led by Onufri charged toward the hillside, the earth trembling under the horses' hooves like rolling thunder, sweeping forward.
