And now, the two remaining barons joined with other scattered small nobles could actually pull out a force of six thousand, which must have been through extreme exertion.
Although perhaps only a thousand of them have combat power, the rest are just spear-wielding fillers.
But compared to Hamlet's two thousand, the troop discrepancy is nearly threefold.
"How do you plan to fight?"
"This time they are attacking proactively, so we have the choice of battlefield, relying on towns to defend, but I suggest here instead."
As Barton spoke, he pointed to a spot on the map. Lance followed his gaze and saw it wasn't some strategic ambush point, just a slightly elevated hill.
Previously mentioned, most of the south of Hamlet is plains, and Barton pointed exactly at an open area extending from the small hill.
