"Hiii—ii—ii—"
At eight o'clock on a chilly morning in Imperial Calendar 1463, seven or eight Devil Horses screamed and wailed on a battlefield littered with grapeshot.
As for the Blood Knights in the saddles, they were either turned into sieves by grapeshot or had their necks punched through by lead balls.
Shift the gaze forward and one could see a group of Holy Alliance soldiers in gray‑brown greatcoats over short navy uniforms.
The front rank half‑kneeling, middle rank in a bent stance, rear rank standing, their gun muzzles still breathing faint hot air from metal friction.
Lowering the spyglass, Lakunio turned calmly around and asked in a deep voice, "Roughly how many men is that?"
The captain of the recon cavalry troop answered at once, "Two battle groups, around ten thousand or so, only a small number of attached cavalry…"
"Did you take any prisoners?"
"We did. These two battle groups belong to the southern field army under Dass. They were sent here to block the enemy."
