From dawn, the French army has been engaged in a desperate battle with the Anglo-Dutch forces. In just a few hours, tens of thousands have been stained with blood on the battlefield.,The Emperor and his retinue, along with the advisors, watched all of this unfold on the farm. Younger officers, filled with grief and rage, wept and cursed those cowardly deserters for ruining everything.,“Aegron, are you alright” the lady in her Western finery asked, her face etched with both tears and a surprised smile.。