As Henry's army advanced along the main road out of Chaimudi Village, he sat atop his warhorse, observing the path ahead.
The main road was flanked by vast fields where waves of wheat swayed gently in the breeze, releasing a faint, sweet scent.
Farmers stopped their work to gaze from afar at the well-equipped and awe-inspiring army. They whispered amongst themselves, their discussions animated, but their eyes were filled with nothing but admiration and envy.
The high pay and excellent treatment in Henry's army were no secret in Westwood Laine; everyone knew what kind of life his soldiers led.
Henry's army was strictly disciplined. The soldiers maintained an orderly formation without a hint of chaos.
The Light Cavalry patrolled the flanks of the column, vigilant for any potential threats. The infantrymen gripped their weapons, their gazes fixed firmly ahead as they marched in neat ranks.
