Having said that, he started coughing violently again, as if trying to cough out his lungs. His chest heaved, and each cough brought out blood.
No one knew what to say, as everyone stood by Winters' side.
By the banks of The Styx, the final resistance in the camp had vanished into smoke. The barbarians stormed into the camp, beginning to burn, kill, and plunder.
Winters and the others were already encircled by the Herd Barbarians.
Suppressing his cough, Winters gripped Xial's hand and asked, "Do you remember where we hid the rafts?"
Xial nodded desperately.
"While we were logging, I made several rafts and hid them in Bridge Woods," Winters informed the others. "We attack towards Bridge Woods, kill anyone who dares to block us! Once we cross the river, we will be safe. If I fall in battle, follow Xial to find them. If Xial also falls, search for them in Bridge Woods."
Winters stood up, leaning on the military banner: "Let's go!"