The wind blew ash and the stink of scorched earth past the street mouth. The bloody reek that had just gone out had not yet been washed away by the night tide when a new wave of slaughter suddenly erupted like wildfire. Twenty-four cuirassed veterans of the Holy War Company, led by Company Captain Philip, once again hurled themselves into a life-or-death melee against the hundred-plus warriors and barbarians led by Copilli!
"Kill! For the Main God, chop off the Demons' heads!"
"Devils! Fight for the Queen! Our souls go to heaven!"
"Haaha! The wild bulls ran all the way here! Surround them, surround them, keep eating them up!"
Very soon, more barbarians and Dog-kin chased in from the western alley mouth, roaring with laughter as they raised spears and bows high! And behind them were the last sixteen Taino matchlock gunners.
The thirty Taino matchlock gunners had only fired two close-range volleys before nearly half of them were killed! And amid such a bloody battle, those simple, honest Taino faces were, for the first time, stained with brave bloodthirst, just like the blood of their own kin and of Demons staining their whole bodies! As long as they survived this battle, returned alive from the flames of war, and endured the inevitable plague, they would become the most reliable backbone of the Taino Militia, the officers of the matchlock corps!
Bang! Crash—
Clang! Pfft—
"Lord! I'm coming..."
"The Main God bears witness! To the Divine Kingdom!."
"Mother Earth, eat me, eat me!"
Throats were cut open, spraying the crimson of life. Spears stabbed into gaps, carrying away pulsing freshness. Crusader Veterans, Kingdom Warriors, and Dog-kin barbarians carried out the final hand-to-hand slaughter together. And the ending of this brutal fight had already been decided from the moment it began!