BELLUM PRAESINTIA

The Naive Boy

A grand parade of troops was moving towards the center of the battlefield, the thunderous sound of horse hooves serving as a drumbeat signaling their departure from there.

However, where should they go in a situation so fraught with panic?

With a sharp gaze, he continued to watch all the approaching adversaries.

"So, the enemy is truly eager to commence their movement! Those troops..."

Edulis quickly raised his right hand, extending it as he said, "Build barricades! Block these enemies, don't let them pass the front lines..."

One by one, the ears of the soldiers who heard this began to do just that. In their hands, massive and sturdy shields were ready for the arrival of those enemies.

Those brave enough to do this were certainly well-trained and experienced soldiers, their bodies and minds synchronized for any clash.

But on the other side, those present were not ordinary troops. Their armor, banners, and the gleam of their silhouettes were characteristic of an elite force.

There was