Start at dawn and arrive at dusk.
In the dead of night, in the Kingdom of Kazemb, a ghastly pale moon hung in the sky, providing a faint light that shone on a clearing in a dense forest two kilometers away from the royal capital.
"The troops will rest for three hours first. After a day's march, both people and horses are exhausted. Feed the horses well with forage. In three hours, we will advance towards Kazemb's capital. At dawn, we will launch a direct attack."
"Yes, Commander!"
"There are many mosquitoes in the wild, and the ground is damp. I think we should let everyone gather in one tent to keep warm," the camp staff officer said.
"Hmm, let them share tents then!"
After a day's journey, the warriors of the East African First Cavalry Battalion were already physically and mentally drained. They quickly set up a rainproof tarp, creating a simple tent.
They gathered some dry wood and straw, tossed them on the ground, and a few men huddled together and fell fast asleep.
