Nelberg looked in surprise at Erick. "You seem to know some concepts about siege warfare."
"I was in a siege and I had a good teacher." Erick replied remembering the long months spent in a city surrounded by the Lithuanian army and Corrado's explanations. The grumpy Italian engineer had took Erick as adjutant in the works to reinforce the …show more content…
"The cavalry will remain in the fortress to man the battlements. In fact, no more scouts will left the fortress."
"This is a ...!" Erick began to exclaim, but he controlled himself quickly. "Sir. This would leave us blind to the enemy approach. At least some explorers should..."
Nelberg looked fixedly at Erick. For a moment he seemed to be remembering something, as those old men whose minds fly away in the middle of a conversation. "You are new here, don't pretend to understand the situation better than us." He finally said.
"Sir, sending scouts would provide us with useful information and we could have the opportunity to harass them." Reinhard stated.
"Enough gentlemen." Nelberg said. "I have a lot of things to prepare before tomorrow and this discussion is quite useless. Return with your men and prepare them for the attack." …show more content…
He was tall, broad shouldered and wore a thick mustache as black as his hair, although he had started getting grey hairs. He wore Arendelle's artillery sergeant uniform.
The artilleryman impeccably saluted the three officers as he passed them and entered in the room they had left a moment ago.
"Are all Arendelle's artillerymen so old as Nelberg?"
"He is François a friend of Nelberg from the French army."
"Are you joking! Is he another Napoleon's veteran?" Erick asked.
Reinhard nodded. "Of course he is. Nobody knows who he is or what he did in the Imperial army. We are only sure that he wasn't an artilleryman, but he is the sergeant major in the mounted artillery battery."
Erick sighed. This doesn't seems a garrison but a circus.
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The Southern Isles army reached the valley in front of the fortress by midday. A squadron of hussars appeared in the top of one of the hills and poured into the plain occupying positions to protect the deployment of the cannons and sending patrols to check the woods around the plain.
"They are looking for ambushed cavalrymen. They would have discovered you." Knut said. He was seated on one of the battlements eating a piece of smoked pork while he beheld the deployment of the enemy