Tonight, the moonlight was fading, and the insects in the woods were making rustling sounds.
On the branches of the trees, only the crows were calling in a low voice.
It should have been a quiet night, but at this time, it was cut through the night sky by endless roars and cries.
On the streets, the blood that could not be stopped flowed wantonly on the streets.
The corpses lying on the side of the road collapsed in disorder.
The outer walls of the buildings on both sides of the street were originally white, but they were dyed red with blood.
Countless flashes of knives and swords, and the sound of weapons clashing resounded through the night, which was supposed to be so quiet.
On the street corner, three to five children dressed in scruffy clothes were holding a sword that was not very sharp as they crazily slaughtered the well-equipped soldiers.
