The Prince's eyebrows were furrowed to the max. He knew that this wasn't going to be decided without his okay. That he was in charge here. He gave the orders.
The Prince couldn't have Balambites looking like cowards compared to the brave Trabians soldiers. This was their country. They were here to risk their lives too. If the loss would be the same, it would be better to charge out!
"Alright," the Prince replied. He didn't want to be known as the weak Prince that hesitated. "Alright. We gather the men. A quarter or so should march out the back entrance, form up and wait for a signal from the wall. The rest I want out the door as fast as possible under cover fire. Once we are out, the archers on the wall cannot help us any longer." They would just be firing into a swarm of men, many their own. "If they can fight on the ground let them join us."
General Weller would take care of directing the men, the actual orders, and the numbers. "We will move out right away your Majesty. A retreat will be sounded and archers can cover the fall back to the walls if it goes badly." Which he was hoping it didn't, but they really did not have the manpower to overtake the Galbadians.