Not a chance, I thought, though of course I didn’t say it. These soldiers were brave—the vitruvian officers could fight with a ferocity that few ponies could match. But against numbers like these? With the cold slowing and smothering them, and the food running out, their prospects were bleak. In Unicornia almost everything was breaking down. The power infrastructure had been destroyed, the water wasn’t flowing. How long before simple plague or starvation destroyed my kingdom?