~ Third Person's Point of View ~
Horses galloped into the long, protected way to the Kingdom of Vladimir.
Wagons filled with swords, improvised firing guns and explosions. Wheat and waters were kept in the tough, unbreakable cabin made of iron.
The Royal soldiers and volunteers were riding with the steed. They are skilled and apt horses from trainers.
Their legs were stretched and tested. Speed and stamina were the fundamental things to be considered when using a steed.
"Neigh! Neigh!"
The horses groaned all of a sudden.
Thyrus who was leading the way exclaimed, "Haaaalt!"
"Neigh! Neeeigh!"
The subordinate Captain relayed the order to all the soldiers. "Haaalt!"
All of the armed soldiers halted from making a move. They are all disturbed when Captain Thyrus jumped off from his steed.
"Stay with your position! There must be something on our way to Vladimir!"
