The red orc army began its move, and from the looks of it, the leader wasn't completely gone in the head. It was smart enough to delegate tasks and give orders. That wasn't good.
That was the problem with tyrants who still had brains: they didn't waste troops for drama. They used bodies like tools and saved the rest for later. Ludwig watched the formation and felt a cold respect he didn't want to admit.
He didn't send the full charge, no, he sent only a portion, about a third of his troops.
The front mass peeled off like a blade being drawn from a sheath, three hundred or more red shapes pushing forward while the rest stayed behind the river line, waiting. Ludwig's mouth tightened. This meant they were being tested, not simply crushed.
This was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing as it will be less devastating of a charge than a full army collapse, but cursed as it means that it renders most of Ludwig's tactics obsolete in one assault.
