The Feldmarshall's face reddened.

"HORRENDOUS?" his voice boomed, quieting down nearby medics and soldiers who looked over at him. "Those dirty French are treating my men like animals!"

The Advisor laid his old hand on the shoulder of the angry Feldmarshall. The advisor was 78. He had once-blonde grey hair and blue eyes. "Friedrich, please. Go look after your men," He said in a calm voice.

The Feldmarshall glared at the Advisor and back at the General. He pivoted on his heel and stormed off.

The Advisor looked back at Heinrich with kind eyes.

"Apologies. Friedrich has a large heart. Especially when it comes to treating his soldiers with respect," He said, leaning on his cane.