"It seems I haven't yet tasted turkey... Does it have this kind of gamey taste?"
The former gold miner unconsciously licked his lips, sampling the splattered blood. Then he shuddered deeply, his face filled with the bewilderment that follows slaughter.
The spear formation maintained an unusual silence as they mechanically killed in silence. Silence was a habit of the legion, facilitating the relay of commands from captains. The new troops thrust out their long spears, slowly and effectively killing the enemy, partaking in a collective slaughter without even glimpsing the faces of their opponents.
Guzman felt the morale of his comrades waning, looking at their somewhat glazed eyes, experiencing the same bewilderment as himself. It was everyone's first time participating in such a massive field battle, the first time engaging in large-scale killing, where life and death blinked in an instant! He felt the silent atmosphere of the formation and believed he had to do something!