The morning wind brushed against his face as André Marse, the first advisor of the Iron Fist Battle Group, stood beside Valent Taylor, gazing at the battlefield below the hillside.
The continuous whoosh of cannonballs and the sharp screech of bullets startled the flock of sheep into a frenzy, while the shaggy Tibetan mastiffs barked incessantly towards the source of the artillery fire.
On the flat ground in front of the manor at the bottom of the hill, approximately two thousand troops were engaged in battle.
For the ordinary person, it would be nothing but chaotic swords, fluttering banners, and spattering blood.
But to André, everything was distinctly separated.
Flags, movements, the shape of helmets—these complex pieces of information combined together to render the previously complex situation crystal clear.
The clockwork cannon had blasted the tents apart, exposing vulnerable unarmored knights.
