March 6th, 4 a.m.
The Balkan Peninsula, under a sky full of stars, exudes a sense of tranquility and peace. Yet, in a certain hilly area within this tranquil and peaceful environment, a highly organized army is marching with torches, traversing the narrow gaps between the hills.
Illuminated by the torches and starry sky, one can clearly see a unit composed of light infantry and cavalry, with the infantry marching in several rows in the center of the road. The soldiers, wearing uniforms of different colors (French in blue and white, British and Ottoman in red, and Sardinian in green), are arrayed in neat order, with serious expressions on their faces. The cavalry moves ahead and to the sides of the infantry, tasked with gathering reconnaissance and securing the flanks, while a few cavalrymen dart back and forth acting as messengers.
