"Are you ready?"
Losa inquired.
Jeanne nodded heavily, raising her battle flag and following Losa to the front of the formation.
"The traitor of Burgundy, Philip, is leading his army, like England's hounds, charging at us. Let this despicable one, who has lost the glory of France, witness what true Frenchmen are!"
Losa shouted.
Perhaps many couldn't hear exactly what he was saying, but just looking at Losa, and the white fleur-de-lis banner beside him, was enough to inspire.
Knights, soldiers, and noble generals let out a thunderous cry.
"Frenchmen, charge with me!"
Losa squeezed the horse's flanks, raised his lance high, and led the charge at the forefront.
The twelve cavalry squads, composed of heavily armored knights, light cavalry, and cavalry archers, followed closely behind Losa, charging towards Burgundy's army.
Cannons roared around them.
