Where did the rebels get their new artillery?
Montekucoli had no idea.
A myriad of speculations flashed through his mind, but none could be verified at this moment, in this place.
As Montekucoli's mind was in turmoil, the battle on the riverbank was still ongoing.
In the sky, the flares exhausted their short-lived vigor, begrudgingly collapsing into a tiny red speck, and then disappeared into the night sky.
Both sides thus lost a primary source of illumination.
But the liquid fire thrown into the trench had not yet burned out, its light seeping through the veil-like smoke, faintly illuminating everything on the riverbank, casting frenzied shadows behind the Lodewick troops leaping out from the breastwork.
The timing of Lodewick troops' assault was well chosen; the rebels' artillery, having fired a round to cover their soldiers' landing, temporarily fell silent, leaving only the rebel musketeers still firing intensely.
