The Paratu square formation was solemnly silent; no one fired prematurely, as the musketeers quietly awaited the order to shoot.
The Hurd cavalry retreated to a slightly farther place, no longer charging to probe or dismounting, lingering at a distance.
Colonel Robert couldn't help but lick his lips as he estimated the enemy had stopped at about two hundred meters away, neither far nor near.
Two hundred meters, it would take cavalry twenty seconds at full sprint, at most thirty.
Yet, this distance was also just beyond the effective range of the muskets.
It had been said that if a person were shot and killed by a musket at two hundred meters away, it was no different than being struck dead by a meteorite.
The Herders had gauged this distance accurately; if it wasn't a coincidence... it meant that the enemy was well-informed about the capabilities of the Paratu muskets and had come prepared.