This war, which will decide the future of the Desert Kingdom, did not contain any part that Perfikot found brilliant.
The mode of warfare between the two sides was still in the transition from melee with cold weapons to firearms combat, with little 'modern' elements.
When the cavalry of the Desert Kingdom raised clouds of yellow sand as they charged towards the Empire's formation, the scene was more of a tragic march to death than a charge.
Most of these cavalry were the last elite of their tribes, their warhorses' ribs protruding from long-term hunger, yet still fed with the last of their fodder by their masters.
More than a dozen frail warhorses suddenly collapsed during the charge, throwing their riders heavily onto the sand.
Valken stood on a small hill used as headquarters, calmly observing this broken force through binoculars.
