Riding out from the phalanx, surrounded by dozens of cavalry guards, Count Dretta charged up the side of a hill.
On the horizon where the undulating hills met the sky, snow and sand fell silently.
Even with the naked eye, Dretta could see the black silhouettes lined up neatly crossing over the ridge.
Despite the distance, Dretta could still hear the clanking of armor and weapons clashing.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" After cursing three times, Dretta's face turned ashen.
Over a thousand people, according to the Mad Pope's pseudo-Holy Alliance formation, should form two infantry regiments with about a hundred Kush Cavalry.
Amid the crowd of black clothed and armored figures, a shifting multicolored plume stood out conspicuously; it was the one hundred Holy Grail Gun Cavalry led by Kolman.
Although this thousand or so men might not affect the final outcome of the battle, they brought significant uncertainty to this fight.
