Some of you might be wondering, why didn't they just run?
An excellent thought!
In a situation like this, running was an impossible luxury. The moment they turned to flee, Henry's army would cut them down as swiftly as cheetahs chasing prey.
Their backs would become the enemy's best targets, and their lives would end in an instant.
Therefore, even as fear and despair spread through their hearts, most soldiers still chose to resist.
Even if resistance also meant death, at least there was still a sliver of hope for survival, wasn't there?
Perhaps they could find a gap to break through, perhaps they could hold out until reinforcements arrived, perhaps they could find a chance to escape in the chaos...
The soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, their palms slick with nervous sweat. Now was not the time to give up. Some began to exchange fleeting, encouraging glances.
