30 kilometers west of Viseu City, Central Portugal.
Two French Hussars rode around the hills ahead, successively halted their reins, and saluted a captain riding a Gaul horse, saying: "Commander, another British cavalry squadron has arrived; it seems they could launch an attack at any moment."
The cavalry commander nodded, "What's the situation in the town?"
"They've gathered about four or five hundred guns," one cavalryman said, "but I observed with binoculars; it's chaotic, they shouldn't have much combat capability.
"Oh, they seem to also have dozens of cavalrymen, mostly local mounted police."
"I see. You two should take a rest first."
The two hussars exchanged glances, one asked, "Commander, are we still going to do nothing, like before?"
Since more than ten days ago, British cavalry started moving around, driving away villagers and setting farmlands on fire.
