Hahnmaier was stunned for a moment, until he saw the Ottoman insignia on the soldiers' hats through his telescope, only then did he confirm they were not the French Army.
The uniforms were indeed too similar.
He hesitated for a moment, detached four squadrons to hold back the Turks' infantry behind him, while he led the rest through a newly appeared gap.
However, just as he was slicing through the western lines of the Turkish Army like a hot knife through butter, almost close enough to see Mustafa's golden sedan, two cavalrymen came riding up from behind, waving at him and shouting, "Commander, Lieutenant Colonel Koni requests you to retreat immediately. He can't hold on much longer!"
Hahnmaier reined in his horse and turned, but the swirling dust obstructed his view.
He frowned slightly, those Ottoman soldiers in white numbered just over a thousand, yet they managed to defeat Koni's four cavalry squadrons?
