fired high, their bullets killing only trees.
23 As the blue line of enemy uniforms became like a solid wall before
them, The Children of Spirit saw a glorious sight- Cannon fire began to
rake the enemy's rear; just a few rounds, but it was enough to raise
cheers!
24 "All ranks up!" called Bright Sword. "By the numbers fix bayonets!
One, two, three!"
25 "You hear the beat!" cried Bright Sword, "Stand fast. Let them come
to your steel, don't go to them. Help your neighbor. This is not a
field of honor! Any damn way you can kill them! Stand fast! Stand!"
26 Through the smoke the enemy came, but most of them did not have a
round left. The problem with repeating rifles was that many times the
users wasted their ammunition. Now, it was steel against steel, man
against man, and at this there were none better than The Children of
The Lords.
27 The first wave broke, then the second staggered back, then the
third. And then, instead of rallying the enemy broke. In sheer panic
they turned and ran.
28 The Drummer did not hesitate. For the third time he changed his
beat; "TUM-Tum-TUM-tum, TUM-tum-TUM-tum!"
29 "You hear the beat!" screamed Bright Sword, "Forward! Forward!" But
his people were already moving. Screaming like animals they were on the
enemy's backs, rifle butts striking and bayonets flashing. The enemy
had forgotten an old saying and it would cost him dearly. 'Never show
your backs to The Children of The Lords!"
30 Back across the field they poured, over their own earthworks and
towards the enemy's positions. Here, the enemy tried to rally, but the