Mounted on his steed, the young officer watched as his troops marched down the muddy road, his heart swelling with pride and his bearing striking and dashing.
The man in even more lavish military attire, with a patterned steel helmet on his head that looked somewhat out of place, was none other than His Majesty, the King of Dorne.
At the moment, he was inspecting his advancing troops alongside his most trusted confidant, who had just been promoted to the Army's total commander in charge of 20,000 troops for the counter-offensive against the Xilun Kingdom.
The continuous line of troops progressed along the road, with horses dragging cannons, pulling carts laden with ammunition, and being led by soldiers marching tirelessly on the highway.
Because so many troops had passed through, the road was utterly crushed and everywhere was muddy and pitted, resulting in a not-so-fast march.
