Both sides spread out as much as possible across the plain.
The soldiers in the front row raised their guns, while those in the back anxiously waited.
If the soldiers in the front row fell, they would have to step up.
The soldiers in the first row silently prayed that the bullets wouldn't hit them.
Most firearms of this era didn't even have aiming devices, accuracy relied entirely on faith. Before a shootout, soldiers would silently pray, hoping for the protection of the god they believed in.
Soldiers in the second row also prayed, hoping they'd never have to stand on the front line.
The soldiers were praying, but Alina didn't need to.
She took off her visor and calmly walked to the center of the battlefield.
She stared at Surt.
When her father secretly held power, she had met Surt a few times, but they had no close relations.
Surt was a standard neutral general, loyal to whoever was in power.
