The Death Bringer
Chapter 12 --/-- As the Commandant walked upon the city in the morning, the dew in the air turned and tasted like iron. The smell was horrible yet the men behind him didn't seem to flinch at the sight before them, men,women and even children were strung onto the walls and along the ground. The gate had been smashed through, the iron was bent and some of it was clearly hammered in by something akin to a warhammer. Glancing behind him he saw his three hundred men looking forward, their chests puffed and heads held high. The newer recruits were at the back and one of them moved their scarf down from their face and threw up while the others seemed to look in horror or awe at the men in front of them. Some tried to replicate the men in front while others were clearly shaking. Dismounting fr
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