The army of Jasenko has begun to march north. Once they're gone, the road to Krorid will be clear again.
And the march may continue.
Elya watches the column of men, the sun glinting off of blade and armor.
"Such is life, indeed."
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Exhaustion grips you.
Another ten days have passed. You're almost there.
The humid air has done your army little favor. The blazing mid-spring sun saps your strength. Men die of heatstroke as they march.
Cavalry raids by the rebels have gotten more intense and frequent.
Without sufficient light cavalrymen, you have no way to pursue them. While your heavy knights and infantry would be able to drive them off in a straight fight, the constant hit-and-run assaults of your enemy prevent you from fighting them in an open battle.
They've become as much of a psychological threat as a physical one. They descend upon your men during the night, or pick off isolated groups who get separated or lag behind.
It's just like The War.
Strangely fitting, given the circumstances.
But you've almost made it. The cover of the Krorid Jungle is only a few days away. There, the cavalry cannot reach you.
There, you will be safe.
At least for the time being.
Just a few days more.
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