Shaking their long spears could only block a small portion of the arrows, but this was the only defensive measure for the spear formation lacking shields.
"The Herd Barbarians are scared! Think they can kill us all with arrows? Dream on!" Colonel Robert laughed furiously, "Shoot them down!"
The spear formation never relied on passive defense, but rather on proactive counter-attacks.
Lieutenant Roy yelled, "Musket men! Fire at will!"
Pinter moved to the frontmost layer of spearmen, a position where he wouldn't shoot his comrades by mistake and was still within the protection range of the long spears.
Bracing his musket and pressing his cheek tightly against the stock, Pinter aimed at a target and pursed his lips as he pulled the trigger.
A flash of red, the sound of gunfire, and the wooden stock left his shoulder aching.
As the smoke cleared, a Herd Cavalryman raised his arm and slid off his horse.