Departure

30th July 1574

"I guess it wasn't that bad, wasn't it?"

Sitting atop my trusted Helga, I watched my five armies march out of the now dismantled camp, along with the long line of carriages holding most of the necessary supplies. Yet contrary to what one might think, rather than carrying food stocks and barrels with beer and freshwater, most of those wagons were filled to the brim with my weapons and ammunition for it!

"Well, playing around with small fries as we did so far was still acceptable, but bringing her to the battlefield? One that I'm not even sure if we can claim for our victory? No way."

Not even looking at the governor as I spoke, I raised my hand in response to the salute of my passing soldiers. With my eyes focused on my ranks, and his most likely aimed at the carriages filled to the brim with the weapons and ammunition that I sold to the main army, we both just sat on our horses in silence, waiting for at least half of the army to move out.