The roar of cannon fire, iron balls and lead bullets flying across.
On the open ground at the mouth of the valley, rows of Holy Alliance soldiers and Royal Court soldiers exchanged fire as they advanced between the wheat fields and streams.
Wheat stalks snapped by lead bullets, streams occasionally sending up water columns, and misfired cannonballs smashing into the village cottage walls, causing roofs to collapse, beams to break, and dust to scatter.
The cuirasses reflecting morning light under the sun, red and black lines of varying lengths and widths constantly advancing and retreating.
Occasionally, an array of Holy Alliance soldiers would collapse, and occasionally a Royal Court array would collapse.
Under the hooves of the cuirassier cavalry and blood knights, wedge-shaped clouds of dust rose up, with the clangorous sounds of cavalry charging back and forth incessantly ringing out.
Standing on the hillside halfway up the valley, Serafe felt her brain trembling.
