

the peasant revolt of BretonThe hills shook with the pounding of ten thousand horse hooves. The dark armoured horse men bounded down the hill, lances lowered and shields raised, their relentless, inevitable charge casting a great shadow in the waning sun. The early evening sun glinted from ice capped mountains, from peaked steel helmets, polished to an infinite shine. The battle line charged, almost falling, tumbling down the hill-side, straight as a razor’s edge, in neat, uniformed ranks. Dark green tabards emblazoned with a red fiery dragon adorned the legion’s armour; the army was like a sea of green and brown, with only a handful of iron ships.the peasant revolt of Breton
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