Marshal Mellen Dorf shouted with all his might to the attendant: "Horse! Bring my horse!"
A moment later, he climbed onto the horse, panting heavily, gripping the reins tightly, and hurried towards the tent of William III.
However, his age was too advanced, and he dared not let the horse run, fearing he might fall off at any moment.
He anxiously waved to the officer beside him: "General Schmeidt, quickly go protect His Majesty's retreat!"
"Yes, Marshal!"
It took Mellen Dorf more than ten minutes to finally reach the luxurious tent used by William III, only to find Brigadier Schmeidt standing dazedly in front of the tent.
He furrowed his brow, urged his horse forward, and shouted loudly: "What are you doing? Where is His Majesty?"
Schmeidt turned around, shook his head, and said: "His Majesty... is not here."
Mellen Dorf was taken aback and shouted to the guards: "Quickly, find His Majesty!"
