Chaos and destruction were their companions, but their goal was different.
The garrison's army was now clad in a dark suit; the enemy's defeat was inevitable...
An hour later, one of the first blacks brought in the old man. He walked proudly, with his nose held high. He didn't yet know what awaited him...
Pouring sweat and blood from old wounds onto the ground, they moved towards the shore...
And yes, what is this story even about?
