"The thing we feared the most has happened. As soon as our army arrived at Alentejo, a scout horseman reported: 'Your Excellency the Count, a large contingent of Bimon cavalry has appeared. Their numbers are vast. They are everywhere.'"
The paucity of vocabulary left the scout struggling to find more suitable adjectives! He could only say they were everywhere.
The exact number of forces?
Unfortunately, the scouts had no time to count. The speed of the charging Bimon was top-notch. If they were a hair slower, they wouldn't even have the qualification to return and report.
In fact, by the time the scouts relayed specific news, the ground had begun to tremble, and faint black spots appeared on the distant horizon.
"Form ranks to face the enemy!"
As Count Fidelis issued orders, he also sighed with relief. Thankfully, he was cautious enough. As soon as they received the smoke signal, they immediately took emergency measures.
