The intertwining leather boots stomped on the snow, kicking up snowflakes like flying sand.
"Ring the bell! The Thousand River Valley people are coming!"
"Wake up those dead pigs for me."
"Their cavalry is coming, quickly set up the chevaux de frise!"
The Norn Defenders in the castle moved about in a panic, their faces flushed as Norn Soldiers clumsily and comically struggled with the blockade chevaux de frise.
Drunken bandy legs wobbled, and the soldiers at the sentry post in front of the castle failed to lift the chevaux de frise after several attempts.
"Whoosh—whoosh whoosh—"
A lead bullet pierced the air, and a Norn Long Spear Soldier howled in pain as he rolled to the ground.
Over thirty cavalrymen lay low on their horses, the leading ones holding Holy Guns still aiming.
The surrounding Norn Soldiers, seeing the ghostlike approach of the Holy Gun Cavalry, immediately abandoned the chevaux de frise and ran toward the castle gate.
