Seeing Ney about to place his hand on his chest in salute, Moro casually waved him off:
"Oh, there's no need for excessive gratitude. The Cavalry Corps is simply following the call of honor."
Ney paused, truly wanting to kick this loathsome aristocrat twice.
He took a deep breath and said, "Still, I must thank you for the reinforcements. But in the end, it was us who held Tamire."
"Oh?" Moro glanced at the Tunisian ranks to the side, "If it hadn't been for them holding back the enemy, you and your men would probably have been standing outside the Town of Tamirai."
"They were under my command..."
"No, no," Moro said with a sly fox-like grin, "it was I who ordered them to defend the town's west. If you don't believe me, you can ask your messenger, hmm, I hope he hasn't fallen in battle."
Ney paused again and gave a look to his attendant. The latter quickly departed and then ran back, nodding to him, "Lieutenant, indeed it was Lieutenant Moro's order."
"God..."
