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Warlords - Right by Blood - V
Approach to Galatea

Day would not come... not completely at least. Winter was approaching and it became more noticeable. It was a strange occurrence, yet something that enamored Olafsson. His troops had been advancing as he had hoped, so it would only be natural for the main encampment to follow as to not overextend supply lines. While traveling north day and night seemed to disappear it, it would just be day or night all of the time. It certainly made combat more difficult, for night fell quickly and the days were absurdly short. Though he still figured he could use this to his advantage. Night raids weren't a terribly bad idea. There was also the cover night could over, for during short days one could utilize his strategy of reeking havoc, but escape into the night quickly thereafter.

There was no sign of slowing down for the Arktiskan troops. The infantry had managed to catch up quicker than Olafsson expected, meaning that once a sufficient enemy force had been created, he was able to smash it into pieces with infantry and archer support. The cavalry had been doing their jobs just fine so there really was no need to worry about any threatening opposition to Olafsson's operation. They would soon find themselves at the enemy stronghold rumored to have been impassable. This, however, did not deter Olafsson from trying to take it. Winter would soon come, they would need a good station like a fortress to make things a lot less harsher on themselves. Supplies would eventually come to the fortress, should the suppliers catch note of their victory.

The cavalry set out once more into the snowy reaches of the continent. Though it was only the beginning of fall, snow was already beginning to fall this far up north. It didn't surprise nor bother the Arktiskans however, it wasn't much different from their own winters, just that it came a lot earlier. The snow crunched as the hooves flattened what was beneath them. Cavalry regiments, aside from growing in size, had also seen a few adjustments in the past year. Though some changes were still to come when the Kingdom would hear of the victory in Makna from Olafsson himself, that is what they predicted at least. Effective strategies were quick to be taken over by other commanding officers, it was only a matter of time really. Many of the other regiments had been patiently waiting, biding their time, at the other borders of the Kingdom, rearing to see action themselves. Perhaps the words of southerners were true in some regards? Bjørnsburgians as a whole were a more... rough folk. They knew what they wanted and weren't ones to give it up without a fight, perhaps that's where the rumors of barbarians spawn from? It was not out of the ordinary for a people to share traits such as here, especially due to past policies of the crown. The Empires of the past and future were to be Bjørnsburgian and resemble their unity. Though most of those efforts went to waste after the full collapse of the last Empire, it still had a lasting impact. That went for the Maknans, ethnically Bjørnsburgian, as well it seemed. But the march had must carry on, always. There was no point nor a way to look back now.