[i][b]2 Hours prior to present time[/b][/i]

Leonid was quite proud of himself. This fight against the Teutons was going much more successful than the Lizard Union some years ago. The Prussian Conscripts he was leading were all singing, and he occasionally sang along with them. Even the Czech mercenaries sang along with them, not to mention the Polish men. While most of the Prussians spoke German they also knew the Prussian language, so they could more or less communicate with their comrades. He looked at the men he had assembled, and was quite proud. The Prussian and Polish soldiers were largely untrained, and inexperienced conscripts, some even forced into service. However they were well equipped, professionally made crossbows, plate armour and good shields to give them confidence. There were even some of the modern handgunners and the cannons to use against the fortifications and defended positions of the enemy. The mercenaries on the other hand, were quite the reverse. They wore much lighter armour, and most of their weapons were a little outdated, some archers among them. However they had a wealth of training and experience to make up for it. He thought that their synergy would be perfect, especially after the first few battles where the conscripts would gain experience, and the mercenaries loot some new gear. The Teutons would not know what hit them. The Prussians and Poles had much greater numbers here, and their troops were of comparable quality. They stopped for a short break, and to see exactly where they were. 

Sighing, Leonid dismounted, and said that he was off to relieve himself. Grumbling as he went through the bushes to find a spot, his life took a turn for the worse....

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[b]Now....[/b]


"How horrible is it, when a snowstorm hits you while you're shitting?" the Prussian Knight thought. He tried to tip-toe, to get as little snow under his clothes as possible. However, it was to no avail, and he was freezing. "Erwin, Alfonz, Pawel, Aleksander!" He called out, hoping the names of the two nobles, the Knight and his right-hand soldier would be recognized. BUt no luck, it seemed he would die here. 

He was stomping about, having heard somewhere that that would make him warmer. He looked like a fool, but at least he did not look dead. He tried to cover his face from the snow with his shield and visor. At least that seemed to work. Somewhat, anyway. Lowering his shield a little to look at his surroundings, he saw one of [i]them.[/i] He backed off a little, but he realized that it was probably too late. He looked about. It was hard to see, but he doubted that the other man was alone. The Prussian knew German just as well as Prussian and Polish, so he shouted out what he never thought he would. "Don't shoot! Don't attack! I'm alone!" He quickly dropped his bastard sword, but just before he dropped his arming sword too, he cut off the little tunic he wore over his armour with his crest that identified him as a leader. "I'm harmless!" He called out, as he let the piece of cloth float away into the wind, and as he dropped his last weapons.