Chapter 92: Chapter 92

While the prince was celebrating the victory that he contributed nothing to inside his tent, his soldiers and commanders were busy cleaning the battlefield, hoping they could rescue more of their wounded allies. The healers are barely enough to treat the many wounded that they have. There are soldiers screaming and groaning in pain. Some had chunks of flesh missing in their bodies, some had limbs long gone, and some had deep wounds that bled uncontrollably.

Commander Ishaq can't help but pity the wounded soldiers who are trying to endure the pain and gritting their teeth while trying to last as long as they can till the healers move towards them and treat their wounds. It was all hell in the treatment area; the sunset was like a trigger that let hell broke loose. Blood dripped to the sands as they changed its color from deep brown to crimson red before turning dark.