The fallen soldiers, naturally, are someone else's father, someone else's child, or someone else's husband.
But because of an instruction from their Manor Lord.
They had no choice but to rush to the battlefield.
Watching these scenes, Lynn's expression remained unmoved.
This is the harshness of war!
It's either you die, or I perish!
There is no right or wrong, only a thirst for profit!
Pulling the reins in his hand, Lynn urged Mo Ying forward towards the entrance of Frank Manor Castle.
At the entrance of the castle.
The bodies had already piled up in layers.
Either soldiers of the Three Great Estates or soldiers of Frank Manor.
And atop a heap of corpses.
Joao, soaked in blood and with foreign objects hanging from his chain armor, was kneeling.
He held the hilt of his greatsword in his left hand like a cane, supporting himself in the pile of corpses to maintain his balance.
Obviously.
