The spirit and will in their minds were still fighting, but their bodies told them: they were already dead!
Getting injured and dragging an enemy down with you had almost become the norm on the battlefield, as everyone had become bloodthirsty in the chaos.
The only concept filling their minds was—kill the enemy in front of them.
In order to slay the enemy, soldiers in combat did not hesitate to exchange injury for injury, life for life.
In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the earth had changed color, with blurred flesh and blood becoming new adornments of the ground.
"Father, if we continue fighting like this, our losses will be too great!"
Grumbled a young officer behind Duke Beckett.
This was not the kind of war the young man wanted!
In his mind, Hudson's style of strategizing and defeating the enemy at the lowest cost was the ideal form of warfare.
"I know!
