Rivers of Blood

Watching the crusaders move back to the capital, the Grand Marshall nervously removed the sweat from his forehead. The few drops of blood on the chair were almost as daunting as the crusaders had been. The Grand Marshall clapped his hands, and two experts entered the tent.

“Remove this chair and bring me a new one,” he said with a rough voice. As the task was being dealt with, the Grand Marshall quickly sat down. His hands covered his eyes for a moment as he thought about a way to deal with Hui Yue.

“The idiot made an astonishing defense, but he forgot one thing,” the Grand Marshall said with laughter as he realized what they needed to do. “Bring out our archers. Let them march forward and rain arrows upon those beasts who are trapped in their own defenses. To attack our archers, they’ll need to leave the defenses they built around themselves. With them leaving through that small entrance they created, it will make it easier for our soldiers to overwhelm them.”