Dave heard the order and immediately led the soldiers to charge in, completely ignoring the desperate cries and pleas for mercy from the slave trader in the cage.
Just as Roman had said.
Kill them all!
It was a cold-blooded massacre!
It ended swiftly, too.
In less than a minute, the soldiers had dragged away all the gradually cooling corpses, leaving a wide trail of blood in the dirty, filthy mud.
The drizzle was hazy, the blood and mud mixed, indistinguishable in color.
The sudden change startled everyone nearby!
The numb captives suddenly awakened, staring in terror through the fence at the happenings there.
Though their knowledge was scant, the current situation needed no explanation.
Oh my gods above!
The dozen or so big shots who used to joke and chat with the Knights had been executed in an instant!
Would we be next? the slaves thought with terror.
