Henry discovered this during his first week garrisoning the city. Perhaps John had protected them too well.
The people of Odoche had likely never experienced anything more brutal than being targeted by gang members.
It wasn't a matter of comparing miseries; their comfortable lives had simply made them forget how to survive in the face of swords and steel.
They might have sung loudly in taverns, drunk with abandon, and boasted about what they would do if they ever joined the army.
But when that day finally came, they realized just how fragile the peace they relied on was.
The scenes of war they had only ever heard about in legends were now unfolding before their very eyes.
An army of tens of thousands marched across the open plains outside Odoche. The neighing of warhorses, the shouts of soldiers, and the clash of armor blended into a deafening clamor!
Hearts pounded, and blood rushed!
