Sitting opposite the skinny man are three lords, upright and with expressions moved.
Before they could speak, the raspy voice of the skinny man continued.
"After counting, the total bodies in the pit number over five hundred!"
"Either pierced by Arrow or Long Spear wounds..."
"But if my guess is correct, they were covered by a hail of arrows and then charged and overwhelmed by a cavalry unit!"
Hiss~
The clear sound of gasping resounded in the room.
It seemed to be shock, tension, disbelief.
A middle-aged man looked at the skinny man, cautiously curious, "Jonas, could you be mistaken?"
"Besides a foreign military force, how could Morgan Town have a regular army?"
Another man responded immediately, "Right, except for a large barren land, what other resources does Morgan Town have?"
"How could it afford to raise a cavalry and archers capable of breaking enemy lines?"
Jonas glanced at the two, said nothing, but looked at the last man.
