Ney glanced at those iron bucket "cannons" with disdain and said to Moro:
"Your 'little invention' is quite interesting. However, it certainly won't fool Moroccans for long, for they will realize that after being bombarded for so long, not a single one of them is injured."
"You really should read David Hume's 'A Treatise of Human Nature'," Moro pointed at the distant Moroccan positions, "They will just think they are lucky and then laugh at the poor skills of the French gunners."
"...Suit yourself."
After the "bombardment" continued for a while, the French infantry line appeared on the horizon.
Ney nervously reminded his soldiers to keep their spacing, backing against the forest—the infantry line was only one row deep, and the men were spaced extremely far apart, which could only pass muster against the dim backdrop of the woods.
Meanwhile, Moro led the cavalry back and forth alongside the line formation, indicating an intent to fight a major battle.
