A Suthers soldier standing in the ranks was desperately trying to pour the gunpowder into the barrel of his musket, occasionally lifting his head to see his comrades falling one after another beside him.
Indeed, he could no longer concentrate on reloading his ammunition, because he felt that the speed at which his comrades were falling was just too fast.
Every time he heard that distinctive gunfire and then subconsciously lifted his head, he could see swathes of soldiers screaming as they fell.
His hands wouldn't stop trembling and no longer obeyed his commands; he could only force himself to calm down as much as possible, but found himself in utter despair, realizing that he could not do it.
"Bang!" Yet another volley of gunfire ensued, and a bullet struck his chest. His body swayed, and then he collapsed in a whirl.
