It was like a flood.
The rain was falling continuously as if the sky had been pierced, and the entire army was advancing towards Semlin through torrents of mud and fog.
The Belgrade-Fiabaç road had collapsed into the dark forests.
The transport camels, unaccustomed to the dark forests, the steep slopes, the precipitous mountains, and their tow trucks had disappeared.
Officers were shouting, trumpets were heard, and horses were neighing.
Even the Sultan’s pasture was not in the square.
This short route had been endless for three days.