Since the horsemen don't seem to understand Russian, you yell at your troops to follow you, yet making sure to stay out of sight. Once you and your two men mount the horses the sergeant looks satisfied, and then goes to yell at his men some more. Evidently the man with the glasses has finished conducting his business in the village, and the horsemen form up to leave. As your lack of riding skills is evident, you find yourself in the middle of the column, with a horseman on both sides in case you need help. The three men who gave up their horses to you get a ride with one of their comrades. With everything set you head out.
Your destination soon becomes obvious, namely the army snaking its way through the valley. It takes several hours of hard riding, inter-spaced with a few breaks to tend to the horses, before you reach the army shortly after evening. In the darkness it's hard to pick out any details about the army, especially since they've set up camp and everyone seems to be snoring lazily in the tents. The horsemen lead you through the maze of tents, before finally dropping you off in the hands of a bunch of burly men in dark blue coats with red collars and cuffs. Being around all these large, burly men is starting to erode your opinion about your manliness.
Judging by the large and orate tent which you are standing in front of, somebody very important wants to talk to you.