Forward!

March! How old were your daughters? Jolette was twelve and Pauline ten.

They had green eyes.

I'm sure they were lovely. Yes, they were. Battalion, march!

Fire! Unless I'm dreaming, I believe I see a militia forming at their center. Battalion, halt!

Forward!

Straight!

Forward!

Mark runners!

Salute!

Take aim!

Aim!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Hold the line!

Prepare to charge! Sir, we haven't been given that order. Charge!

Charge! Havington, damn him, damn that man!

Retreat!

Take aim!

Fire!

Fire!

Retreat! Bannet charge.

We'll see who takes the glory from this field. Charge!

Charge! Congratulations, my lord.

Infantry reserve into the center. But my lord, you've taken the field.

Now we should take their spirits. Send the entire battalion over that hill and crush them.

It ends today. Charge!

Hold the line!

Fire!

Hold the line!

Fire!

Hold the line!

Take aim!

Aim!

Fire!

Charge!

Charge!

Bannet!

Charge! Hold the line!

Move!

Hold the line!

Take aim!

Fire!

Charge!

Charge!

Hold the line! The line is faltering!

Retreat!

Retreat!

Wait!

No retreat!

Hold the line!

Hold the line!

Push forward, men!

Charge!

Charge!

Charge!

Charge!

Charge!

Charge! Artillery, concentrate on the center.

Drive them back.