It was a chilly morning in the mountains of Uamsan, Captain Vasili was sipping his coffee as he stood to watch in the outpost.
A chorus of sounds sounded across the forest. Birds were singing, the cicadas were chirping, and the wind was blowing softly as it blew the leaves in the trees. Everything seemed so peaceful that it made him think for a second that this nation was in the middle of the war.
Well, not that it got here yet, that is.
Captain Vasili walked around the camp and observed the morning activities of the Righteous Army. The women were preparing breakfast by making vegetable porridge and boiling hot water. The men were training with their flintlock rifles under the supervision of a young nobleman who was once part of the now-dissolved Choson Imperial Army, and the kids played around with his men and poked their equipment.
