Sergeant Poppard's shout blended with the sound of drums and cannons: "From such a distance, you can only use howitzers, and the hit rate is lower than stabbing a flying mosquito with a fork!
"Stand your ground, maintain formation!"
Geiszler felt someone yank his collar up forcefully, and Naselli shouted in his ear: "What are you doing? The enemy is attacking!"
Marini, standing on the other side, looked down with a mocking smile: "Ha, as expected from a cowardly country boy."
A sudden jolt went through Geiszler's numb mind.
It wasn't the little noble's humiliation but the word "country" that reminded him of his broken home and then of his mother's figure flashing by. He seemed to hear her calling him and his brother for dinner.
No, I can't be afraid. At least for their sake...
Geiszler stood up with the help of his caplock gun, the surrounding noise still hammering his nerves, yet he ignored it all, desperately ordering his legs to stop trembling.