Thomas and his soldiers sat on their horses at the outskirt of the forest. No sound was made every was perfect serenity. The birds were chipping and singing while the leaves flutters, the maine of the horse blew together with the wind.
"This will be our last fight. Whatever happens, don't look back."
Thomas kicked his horse and the horse neigh to his command, moving slowly. Every member of Division A rode after Thomas. This would be their last fight. Their future was bleak. They could only continue moving, hoping escape from their current predicatement. None of them was sure they would see the next day. But they will die, standing proud with their weapon in their hands.
