11th September 1574
"Forward, march!"
As annoying as it was to have all my military march on foot when there were special steam carriages that could easily move them to Tarnow, with how limited their number was, I had no other choice but to make everyone march the entire distance between my colony and the city that it took its name from.
But those soldiers of mine didn't appear as if they minded this situation any bit. Used to the long marches during their training, the journey that would ensue right now could be considered to be a pleasant stroll rather than tactically important relocation of the forces. After all, that was the essence of saying "Sweat lots, bleed a little", which could be considered to be the prime maxim behind the entire military of mine!
"Sir, the marching line is forming properly. We expect to fully leave the outskirts of the New Tarnow before the midday. Also, it seems that there are no problems with transporting train parts."
