The setting sun glowed as red as blood, smearing the world crimson.
Three thousand elite soldiers of Great Wu fell neatly in the wide river valley. They were marching a moment ago, but in the next instant, they were killed without even having the time to react. Laying orderly on their backs in a row, each of them had a deep cut in his throat, with only strings of flesh and skin keeping the head and body together. Blood flowed all over the place, and this section of the river, about a mile wide, was stained red with blood.
Wu Renren, heavily armored and armed with a pike, looked in despair at the ten soldiers of New Yu slowly approaching him. Clad in turquoise fitted leather armor, these scouts were light-footed and had not made a sound when they moved. But, as soon as they appeared, they brought a massacre like evil spirits from hell. They murdered from the head of the column to its tail, killing all three thousand soldiers in a matter of seconds.
