Like a wall of living, riding steel, the enemy knights came on, and though the mud of Marshcourt slowed their progress somewhat, their speed was disconcerting. ""Fire at will "" Jacks commanded desperately, ""Fire at will, lads No quarter, for they're flying the Red Banner "" Need expendable heroes? Chaps and lasses willing to risk life and limb for king and coin? Need fortresses taken, and enemy territory raided? Then send Dead Company War looms...