"You led 135 knights, that's 135 knights."
In the City Hall, Bamanda's unladylike voice echoed in the council chamber.
Staring incredulously at the 13 knights before her, Bamanda no longer showed any noble demeanor: "In the great Blood Winter uprising, we only dispatched 900 Extraordinary Knights and defeated 100,000 peasants! You're facing only 10,000! Can't 135 knights handle them?"
The knights looked at each other, one of the older knights braced himself and stepped forward: "My esteemed Duchess, they somehow severed the long bridge, and seventy of our knights fell into the river."
At the Joan of Arc Castle Canal, for the ease of passing ships, the long bridge was suspended between two piers with thick iron chains.
The iron chains were only slightly thinner than an adult's thigh, and there were more than one of them, who could have thought someone could sever them in such a short time.
