The rolling dark clouds shrouded the sky, and the hooves of the Wild Boar Knights and the Cuirassiers scattered broken blades and arrows everywhere on the ground.
The War Monks of the First and Fourth Legions of the Black Hat Army were escorting the captives back to Black Pottery Town.
The veteran soldiers leaned against the walls with lingering fears, passing around a jug of beer as they drank.
The new recruits, who had only recently joined, began to cry and laugh, hugging each other as they sang and danced, shouting the names of deceased friends and family.
Some of them were frantically using ropes to strangle the necks of the temple knight captives, earnestly giving them CPR until they fainted again.
Even when the knights' tongues turned blue and purple-red blood oozed from their throats, the War Monks refused to give up on trying to rescue them.
"We've won! We've won!"
