Konrad:The greatswords could use some backup! Swordsmen and halberdiers, charge front! Pistoliers, standard flanking maneuvre! Execute!
Konrad spurs his new horse. As it is a mere travel horse it takes a bit longer to get it into motion compared to others, but it soon finds the will of its master, and the pistoliers once again maneuvre to the flank. Having completely surrounded the desperate but brave greatswords of Middenheim, the different charges hit well home, disorganising the boar riders. The greatswords and boar riders get mixed into a chaotic fray, whilst the shield wall of the swordsmen keeps the formation tight and losses at a minimum. The boar rider horde is pushed towards the infantry line to cope with the new threat. Konrad sees that only a few boars remain at the rear of their surrounding of the Middenheim greatswords.
Konrad: Move to the rear! Prepare to shoot a path to the Middenheimers!
The pistoliers swiftly move to the rear, plucking off the last orcs that stand between the greatswords and freedom. With their leader dead and caught under an assault from several directions, including a fresh charge by the Marshal's knights at the left flank the boar boyz start to waver.
Konrad: Brace yourselves! We'll give 'em hell and break 'em! Prepare to scale the right flank from here!
Konrad and the remaining four pistoliers take up new braces and charge in, shooting even more orcs at point blank range, causing a disorganised rout before them, orcs trying to escape wherever they can, but getting caught at many sides, some barely escaping at the flank Konrad's men were closing. Seeing that the time for retribution is in, Konrad spurs his horse into a gallop, pursues, and cuts down several boar boys with his sword. Once in a while an orc falls to a pistol shot. Konrad's men have scattered, all hunting boar boys on their own accord. Satisfied, Konrad rides towards the main battlefield again, where even the most fearless and determined orcs have either broken or fallen. Konrad sees von Schenken, and rides up to him.
Konrad: Let's assemble the men and return to our lodge in Wolfenburg. We shouldn't be needed for the mop-up. Take a two days' leave and visit the town, you've earned it boys. I have some personal business to do, I'll catch up with you.
Schenken: Yes sir!
Konrad rides around the Middenheim forces, where he eventually finds a warrior priest willing of healing him. With his left leg patched and his left arm steadily in a proper mitella, he turns to the Ostlander camp, searching for something particular. Around a campfire, eating and drinking, he finds a lot he recognises. One of the soldiers quickly notices him, exclaiming:
Soldier: It's... our leader!
The other swordsmen notice Konrad as well, enthusiastically hailing him.
Konrad: Well you spoke, soldier. I am Konrad von Richtmark, son of the Elector Count of Talabheim. In a few years, I will become Count myself. I need good and loyal fighting men like you. Take your families with you and move to Talabheim and I will make you my greatsword guard, and give you all the privileges that the rank implies.
The soldiers cheer and salute their new leader.
Konrad: But, the path of the greatsword is no easy one... I will demand unwavering loyalty from all of you.
Corporal: And that you shall gain... Hail Konrad, the rightful Elector Count of Talabheim!
All soldiers: HAIL!
Konrad: Very well. I will negotiate your transfer with the Elector Count of Ostland.
Konrad rides away, very satisfied. He had set many of the theories learned at the military academy at use on the battlefield today and gained valuable commanding experience. And, most important of all, he had gained a band of followers that would fanatically stand by his side - he honestly believed he even could make them stage a palace coup would he command them to. He turned to the road to Wolfenburg, hoping to at least once again see Lady Theodora before departing for Talabheim.