On the road from Brussels to Rangbulo, Admiral Avis leads the British Expeditionary Force's 3rd Cavalry Division through the fog and snow.
At this moment, the sky has just brightened, the white belly of the eastern sky sets off the heavy snowfall, plunging the whole world into a chill.
Admiral Avis involuntarily shivered, wrapping his cloak around himself more tightly. The hours of night march left him cold and hungry, feeling like he could fall off his horse at any moment.
However, thinking that he would soon reach Rangbulo to incorporate France's Sixth Army into his command structure, Admiral Avis perked up and spurred his horse.
That was a force of 200,000 men, Admiral Avis thought, along with a Specialized Artillery Division, reportedly with over 200 tanks and an unknown number of armored vehicles.
More importantly, it was Shire's troops.
Of course, nominally it was Shire's troops, but soon it wouldn't be.
