The Ancient egyptians believed that a person's death was like the sun setting in the west, so they buried their dead on the west bank of the Nile River. Whether in Cairo or Thebes, the Battle of the Pyramids, for instance, took place on Cairo's west bank.
She had thought she would dream of Egypt after falling asleep, but instead she arrived in a world of ice and snow. Quite a few citizens in thick winter clothes were dancing in the square, though the soldiers in bright uniforms were more conspicuous.
The uniforms were Prussian in style, but after carefully distinguishing their accents, she understood that they were all Russians. They stood in orderly ranks and appeared to be holding a military parade.
"Do you see what the problem is?"
Georgiana turned around and found Bonaparte in a green marshal's uniform, smiling as he watched the Russian soldiers.
For a moment, she could not speak.
Bonaparte turned to look at her.
"Surprised, aren't you? To see a hollow square here." After saying that, he looked again at the infantry standing ready for battle. A group of cavalry faced them. "In war, three quarters depend on morale, while the balance of actual military strength accounts for one quarter. Tell me, Georgiana, where is their problem?"
"They formed three ranks," she said instinctively. "Your formation at the Battle of the Pyramids had two."
"Whether a hollow square uses two ranks or six is not absolute. A panicked enemy will do everything the other side needs them to do." Bonaparte seemed to shine all over as he looked at the hollow square. "Using a hollow square against cavalry can yield good results, but the firepower of the third rank is flawed. It can even harm the first two ranks. I believe that compared