"Whish! Whish! Whish!..."
A dense crowd of able-bodied men with bamboo baskets, like moths to a flame, gathered below the burning South City wall. Soon, large heaps of mud and sand smothered the fiery flames, yet the pungent toxic smoke continued to spread. Occasionally, some "moths" fell to the ground, writhing futilely without immediate death.
Seeing the death of the commoners, the Tlaxcala samurai overseeing the battle remained indifferent. They drove the commoners from a distance while nervously looking toward the top of the city wall. Hundreds of corpses lay all over the wall, with blood flowing and solidifying, resembling a dark red swamp.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
