The moon was as red as blood, and it just shone on the wilderness outside the city of Eridu. The tattered battle flags and corpses scattered everywhere were dyed red, which looked scary.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, as well as the smell of scorched earth burned by fire and the smell of fireworks left by the war. Once this smell entered your nose, you couldn't help but want to vomit.
Sin Hittite stuck out his tongue and licked the blood foam on the corner of his mouth. The scimitar in his hand shone coldly under the moonlight.
He has experienced many battles, and he has long been accustomed to such hell-like battlefield scenes.
In Eridu, he was the youngest captain. He is ruthless and decisive in his actions. On the battlefield, he is a master who scares the enemy whenever he hears his name. He is like a machine specialized in fighting wars.
"Damn it, those uncivilized guys in Marduk are so damn difficult to deal with!" Sin Hittite spat on the ground, cursing.
Suddenly, the sound of horse hoofbeats hurriedly sounded, breaking the deathly silence.
Xin Hittite's eyes narrowed slightly. Relying on the keen sense he had developed on the battlefield, he noticed that something was not right.
Sure enough, several Marduk's cavalry were chasing a man.
It was a woman, wearing a very thin dance skirt. She looked particularly pitiful and helpless in this wilderness.
Her face was muddy and bloody, but she still looked pretty.
