Gazing through the remnants of the charred wooden wall that still smoldered, Leon narrowed his eyes at the distant Longka Front.
The opponent's narrow column that seemed transparent in a glance exposed Longka's relatively inferior force.
Despite the rugged battlefield created by the opponent which significantly limited the unfolding of his troops during the attack, the substantially greater numbers allowed his formation to be longer, thicker, and more compact than the enemy's.
His gaze swept over the terrain within the wooden walls, thoughtfully considering the forest to the south.
Then he turned to look at the riverbank to the north.
On the opposite bank to the northeast, he could see that the old knight Henkel had led two hundred men who had already begun to command the militia to cut down trees and were constructing a pontoon bridge to attempt a river crossing.
From the south? Or from the north?
