In front of the low parapet, the surrounding rocks were filled with the remnants of arrows and spears, every inch of land covered in blackened marks. The pits, large and small, were filled with pools of blood, chunks of flesh, and human as well as horse entrails, with some still smoldering, the stench of burnt flesh spreading.
Soldiers, with different appearances and wearing different gear, lay dead and wounded, entangled on this land. Some were pushed into deep pits, left to the descending ravens to peck at; others were carried to breaches, piled up in front of the broken low walls.
Congealed blood glued the fragmented bodies together, forming horrific, bloody human flesh walls.
Thud!
A long spear pierced through a still quivering body, stirring it up. The foreign soldier, raising a hand for help, yearning to survive, finally coughed up blood as his pupils dilated, his body gradually stopped twitching, and his limbs went limp.
