Anyone who didn't manage to escape was slaughtered. Those, to whom swords and arrows didn't grant quick and honorable death, will soon die of blood loss, exhaustion and thirst. Or perhaps the crows – ancient companions of any battle – will finish them, after arriving on this feast. Or it might be starving dogs, that look more like skeletons in leather and which gone wild. Many of those warriors accepted their fate. They should not be judged, as it was one of the biggest battles in this war so far and many soldiers, who died here today didn't even know what they were fighting for. But one knight was still struggling against his destiny by crawling away from the dead bodies of his brother and enemies. Using the banner with their coat of arms on it as a staff, he managed to stand up. After looking on the battlefield, he wanted to scream in hate and pain but he had no power to do that. Besides there was no point in yelling in the air. There was other ways to seize everything that tormented the survivor. Their platoon was accompanied by several squads of mercenaries, who retaliated the next second the understood that they were outnumbered. Without their support the army didn't stand a single chance at all and was immediately massacred shortly after. Those swords-for-hire couldn't escape far enough. They are most likely to be chased by several companies from victors, but what would stop them from surviving by offering their services to the new masters? Of course soldiers in those companies may be smart enough to kill them all where they stand, but the survivor wanted to see it for himself. Otherwise he will slaughter every mercenary himself. He didn't know how will he do it with the wound, barely standing on his knees, but he will.
On the other side of the field, where the forest started, the boy was sitting on the tree, where from he could see the whole battlefield. The boy was still young to hold the sword and thus couldn't participate in battle, but he was old enough to understand that by setting defensive perimeter here, the army saved his village from invaders. Mercenaries first of all, as those bandits knew neither honor nor mercy – that's what the young boy was always told. Now he understood that they had no courage as well, since they ran away like coward chickens. And the rest weren't capable of anything without them. Smiling, the boy realized that he will be hearing their terrified screams for quite some time. And will see the dead bodies of those evil bastards. Moreover, he will be able to tell the story of this glorious day. It's a pity, that he can't write, so there won't be many who'll know his story, but who said that those who hear the story of this great battle won't tell anyone else? Or maybe he should become a bard, travel from village to village and tell of this victory? No, he will become a knight, so that one day when someone approach his home, he could defend it. And then bards will be telling stories about him and the battles he won.
- Hooray! - he screamed, celebrating both victory against the invaders in this battle and his own future.
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