Commander Guapo nodded his head, agreeing with what I said. Until slowly, we arrived at the border area. Slowly the train stopped, which meant we had arrived at the border. Commander Guapo and I quickly got out of the carriage. I was immediately greeted with a terrible sight. Many soldiers died and were injured. Those who were injured were treated by a doctor. I had seen the speech wounds on the dead soldiers. The commander of Guapo was also approached by his surviving soldiers. They report current conditions. Commander Guapo is busy with his soldiers. I don't even care what he's doing. I went across the border. Walking through the forest and remembering the road that I had passed at that time, it was still quiet, or maybe I didn't meet the soldiers on guard.
Suddenly I was struck by a horrifying sight, a pile of corpses of dead soldiers being burned by the surviving soldiers. Unexpectedly, Commander Guapo was behind me watching the cremation of the corpse.
