Under the ominous sky, the warhorse snorted out sprays of saliva, uneasily pawing at the dirt with its hooves.
Riding on horseback, Horn held up his binoculars, gazing towards the Alman Army in the distance.
On the other side of the village full of barns, precisely to Horn's north, stood clusters of colorful light and shadow.
Unlike the Salvation Army's unified uniforms, these guards, wearing colorful clothes and even pajamas under chainmail and armor, looked like the mosaic stained glass of a church window.
They formed a series of extended lines, firmly guarding a stretch of elevated terrain running east to west.
On both sides of the Lai Xi River, the Cuirassiers and Kush Knights rode alongside the Squire Knights of the Alman Army.
The iron flow of warhorses and swords sped across the yellow-green grassland, occasionally intersecting, sending blood mixed with sparks flying in the air.
