Sihaike beckoned to the major officer beside him, "Luca, how far are we from Leuven?"
The latter hesitated for a moment, glanced around, and replied uncertainly, "6 miles… maybe 8 miles?"
Sihaike, an amateur, hadn't even sent out reconnaissance cavalry, so he truly had no idea where exactly they had marched to.
Sihaike nodded, leaned close to Luca Sihaike—who happened to be his nephew—and whispered, "What do you think we need to do to occupy Leuven?"
"Occupy it?" Luca recoiled slightly and glanced at the soldiers at his side. "With just these men?"
Previously just a lieutenant, Luca had been promoted to major by his uncle, who had recently risen to quasi-general. However, the combined command skills of the two wouldn't even amount to one capable major.
Sihaike followed his nephew's gaze and saw a few soldiers with tattered uniforms, lacking even blankets and hats, trudging forward listlessly.
