The vast majority of soldiers fighting each other were without armor; sharp swords drew blood with a light slice, and long spears could take a life with a thrust to the chest.
In the midst of screams, shouts of killing, and pleas for mercy, someone hoarsely cried out in desperation, "The ones with red scarves are the rebels! Red scarves! Rebels!"
Next to a gap in the wooden palisade, Mason found an anxious Tang Juan.
The latter had two soldiers holding his legs, lifting him up as he watched the battle with a serious expression.
"Where is Mr. B?" Mason asked as soon as he saw him.
"Don't know," Juan bit his lip tightly.
"How's the battle going?!"
"Damn it!" Tang Juan's handsome features were somewhat distorted as he tightly clutched the hem of his garment, "There's no way to escape, we're all trapped inside! It's turning into a bloodbath!"