They're coming! Run boys! Quick, into positions!
Steady now...
Steady men... Steady!
Pavlov, you're blocking my damn view!
Steady men, steady...
Now! Quick boys, right wheel!
That's right boys, let them follow you and... Pyotr, I know you're hunter is slow but he isn't THAT slow...
Surround them boys! And Charge!
Go boys! Go!
Break their pike formations! Good job, Ivanov!
Keep at them! Break their spirit!
That's it boys, drive them through!
This would be a good place to stay if it weren't for the bodies in the river, the decaying horses, the smell of gunpowder and the stench of Laurians.
Chyort! You crippled my Courser, you will pay!
Not there you mudak, up here!
Victory! Gather the prisoners, the Tsar wishes for some Laurian Arquebusiers to trade for his own captured men.
The Tsar's dead soldiers shall be mourned, but can easily be replaced. Strip the Laurian dead of everything! Leave them for the crows! Stain the stream red with Laurian blood!