Capítulo 93: The Blade of the Crimson Hand

Artirian gasping for a bit of air. "Movements up ahead!" shouted by a cadet. "Don't fire until there is no clear visual!" Artirian shouted back. The rain has already made it hard. It has become wet and muddy. Same with the fog that was slowly engulfing the field of the side road. Then fire of a musket gun would be heard.

And the bullet would be heard hitting some dirtbags and wood. "Damn they are pretty precise" whispered a cadet that was in the trench as he held his sword, and covered his head. "Don't peak on the dirt above until it is clear guys we cannot help you if you are hit by a coloured bullet on the head".