Kokb's bloody head was passed around among the Kurdish Cavalry.
Like a heavy hammer, it struck the hearts of the last-ditch resisters.
These Kurdish Cavalry, even when dismounted, displayed skilled combat techniques.
Moreover, they coordinated seamlessly, like jackals prowling the desert, pairing up to ruthlessly end the lives of one enemy after another, employing the quickest and most unchivalrous methods.
They were killing machines, devoid of mercy, faithfully executing Losa's order to kill anyone wielding a weapon.
Losa did not rejoin the battle; he did not want to someday view living humans as mere fodder for his experience bar.
After a long time, the cries of battle completely calmed.
The Kurdish soldiers drove the defenseless garrison and servants to the empty space outside the estate.
Abdullah, holding a nail head hammer stained with blood and flesh, approached Losa.
