I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution

The battlefield of Ciudad was a hilly area of arid earth.

Had it been summer, we would have been dying from the heat, but thankfully it was winter, so it was cool.

I sat on my horse alongside Gaston, looking down at the battlefield below the hill.

The enemy forces appeared to number around 15,000.

In terms of troop numbers alone, they were fewer than us, but...

As I watched the enemy troops’ movements through my telescope, my face instinctively furrowed.

“How bizarre.”

Only by seeing it myself did I finally understand what the messengers had meant when they all said the enemy was "unaturally orderly."

This was different from the rigid discipline of the Krafte Army.