"Visiting my mother of course!"
Roaring in rage, Alexandre delt the peasant a blow to the head. Crumpling to the ground, he was pulled away.
Riding ahead, Alexandre suddenly heard the distant rumble of thunder.
Except it was clear.
"Goddamn, move lads move! To battle!"

Riding to the head of the column, Milanese soldiers were engaged in heavy combat with his pikemen. Musketry and cannons enshrouded the flanks. The Milanese had fallen back on a country road, cutting down trees and brush to form a defensive line. His pikemen had met them, and now it was down to halberds in the center.