The strong wind flapped Moliat's silk cloak as she extended her brass telescope to gaze into the distance.
After the previous battles, the army on the Shattered Stone Plain had learned its lesson.
They no longer dispersed but instead contracted their defensive line near Salt Beach to prevent being eroded little by little by André's "drip-feed tactics."
This time, at the Riverfront Plain, just 68 kilometers from Salt Beach, they concentrated most of their forces, ready to decide the battle in one go.
It had just rained on the Shattered Stone Plain, and the morning mist melted like snow under the sun. The horse hooves couldn't stir up any dust, and visibility was quite high.
With the help of the telescope, Moliat could easily see the scene a kilometer away.
The guards and soldiers in long lines and large arrays were advancing slowly, mostly clad in chainmail and overcoats.
Their military formation, although not as good as Thousand River Valley, was already quite orderly.
