The oak keel was plowed into the muddy land of the river beach, and Ross soldiers bravely disembarked on both sides.


    Arrows planted in the soft ground, their arrow feathers are like harvested ears of wheat. Seeing the enemy appearing, the wounded who didn''t want to die struggled to escape even if they squirmed, while the dying just wanted to end the pain as soon as possible.


    The sword and the ax made the last merciful make-up, but there were also two Frankish soldiers who seemed not seriously injured, and were carried away after being hit with a sap.


    Boss wants to take prisoners at best


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