Samuji dismounted, tossing his gloves to his attendant while striding forward.
"Be careful, sir." A vampire Count hastily stopped him, "This is the safe distance; be wary of the Holy Alliance's hunters."
These veteran generals who had fought several battles against the Holy Alliance at the Shattered Stone Plain were quite experienced with their tactics.
"Don't worry, they can't kill me." Samuji ignored the warning, stepped forward a few more paces, and raised his binoculars.
Through the binoculars, he saw a distant hill, about ten meters high, covered in shrubs and wild grass.
In front of the yellow-tipped grassy ridge, over a hundred gray-clad soldiers sparsely stood, while behind the shrubs, many soldiers were half-kneeling.
"Such a thing is indeed surprising." Samuji couldn't help but laugh, "Have we confirmed the number of these humans?"
"Gray-clad soldiers, numbers uncertain, likely a restructured Restoration Army from the Norn Shooting Army."
