By the banks of the Mississippi River, the Holy Knights, riding white horses and wearing robes embroidered with the Saint George's Dragon Slaying Badge, walked through the camp. Almost all the clergy from the Southern States were summoned, sprinkling holy water on the soldiers.
The choirs sang solemn hymns, and everywhere echoed with sacred prayers.
This was an unprecedented grand mass in America, so grand that most of the British Army was witnessing it for the first time in their lives.
At the harbor, a brand new battleship, like a giant whale, sailed in, with a massive escort fleet trailing thick smoke, approaching with its back to the sunset.
On board the London.
Marshal Julian, escorted by guards, headed straight to the command room, where everything was neatly arranged, and Admiral George's personal belongings were already packed.
"Admiral George, I will take over your position and oversee all affairs of the Expedition Army."
