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For the last ten days, the Ghibellin army had been moving in a consistent and monotonous pattern. Each morning, they would break camp, consume their breakfast, and proceed with their march until noon. At this point, they would halt for lunch, and then embark on the next leg of their journey in the afternoon. Come evening, they would construct their camp and the day would end. The soldiers had grown accustomed to the monotonous nature of their daily routine, eagerly anticipating the opportunity to unwind and recharge at the conclusion of each day.
