The army had set out on its campaign.
You can usually gauge an army's quality by the way it marches.
The Sutton Alliance Army was clearly not a high-caliber force.
The marching column was utter chaos. Soldiers from different regions were crammed together. They had never trained as one, and their individual training varied wildly. Simply thrown together at the last moment, there was basically no coordination to speak of.
Not to mention the many who had no training at all—farmers who had simply been conscripted.
The army of tens of thousands stretched for kilometers down the road, kicking up a cloud of dust amid an endless clamor.
If not for the armor they wore and the weapons they carried, it would be hard to tell them apart from a mob of refugees.
However, by the standards of traditional warfare, this Alliance Army could indeed be considered an elite force.
