Skirting the outskirts of the northern fields, I pushed further north. While running the radar network and checking the Commander Scouter, I detected Burgundian forces plundering a small village. Since all the residents had evacuated, the cavalrymen had dismounted and were helping themselves to whatever the villagers hadn't been able to carry.
The enemy was right before my eyes, wholly absorbed in plundering?
Could there be easier prey than this?
I scanned carefully for an ambush, but fortunately found none. The Burgundians seemed to have let their guard down entirely, being farther north than the fields where the fighting had taken place. And yet, even as we reached the village entrance, they hadn't posted a single sentry. We drew our cavalry swords in unison.
"Kill the French invaders!"
"Lord, grant us strength!"
