The setting sun was like blood, and after the cheers, the soldiers of the Parliament Army began to change shifts.
Carrying spears and shields, they descended the city tower in groups of twos and threes along the stairs.
The main force of these city defense soldiers consisted of semi-professional mercenaries and Foot Knights, with the City Guard of Rapids City as supplemental forces.
A month ago, these citizens and shop clerks were street vendors calling out their wares. After two months of training and a month of war, they now somewhat exuded an iron-blooded demeanor.
"I heard that Sir Sorin sponsored a batch of beef?"
"Can we eat beef tonight?"
"Do you really eat beef? That's for Master Knight."
"I don't eat beef; having soup is good enough."
Massaging their sore muscles, the soldiers chatted idly, discussing what meals might be available tonight.
