Sir Simon retreated to the rear. Carter, impatient, asked, "How did it go?"
Sir Simon offered a bitter smile. What else could it be?
A crushing defeat, that's what.
"Their long spears had too much of an advantage," he said concisely.
The nobles watching from the rear could see that the Simon family really did give their all.
Initially suppressed by archers, later by long spears.
In this era, the average long spear was just over two meters, but the enemy's were four to five, and they moved with discipline.
Their only thought was one of puzzlement.
How could it feel like facing an epoch-making army, completely suppressed on all fronts, with combat proving exceedingly difficult?
Such tactics were rare in these times.
"You fought too cautiously; you should have charged in all at once!" Carter criticized.
"Lord Carter, you overestimate me," Sir Simon said helplessly.
That would have led to untold deaths.
They really couldn't afford such losses.
