The metallic smell paved the road as the ninety thousand men strode, with their hands drenched in a cold sweat and crimson liquid. They filled their hands with broken limbs and skin left behind from the corpses. But we felt no remorse or hatred upon slaughtering the bandits.
We needed to preserve our strength for the upcoming battle against the kingdoms far away.
As we arrived at the extravagant walls, we saw the king waving his hands. He gestured his men to let my soldiers inside the kingdom and stay for the time being.
"We need our treasured sleep, soldiers!" I shouted.
A violent cheer followed my instructions, and the drooping eyes of the soldiers soon turned stone rocks, lying on their hays. They clenched their thirst and succumbed themselves until the night grew old. It was the first time that the moon shone above us, with the snores accompanying our stay.
