Continuation of the adventures... In the morning - dawn had just begun to disperse the darkness of the night - the heavy fist of the armored Barite cavalry, rushing like lava at great speed down the gentle slope of the hill, struck the duke's sleeping camp. The insufficiently deployed night patrols did not have time to warn, the guards' outfits were swept away casually. The screams of the Sangarians being run into long spears and being cut down by sharp swords mixed with the panicked commands of the commanders jumping out of the tents. The soldiers, who did not have time to tighten their leather armor, were mowed down by a stream of arrows. Blood flowed like a river...