Anton moved stealthily, trying his best to ignore the murder and turmoil all over. He had to grit his teeth to ignore seeing innocent people dying in the hands of the warder.
Somehow or someone delivered the workers' weapons, but how could the men who only know how to work use those efficiently compared to the warders? The warders had the upper hand from the start, though they had lost a few of their own as well.
The only advantage the workers had was that they had the numbers. Almost three or four times compared to the warders and soldiers put together.
Blood was gushing out everywhere. Even the air smells like raw blood with the smell from the chimney. Countless bodies held the floor, most of the normal people never held any weapons in their life, yet here they were up against the fighters who invested their entire life in this business.
