As you desperately try to extinguish the fire, the fierce yelling and clashing sounds of cold weapons continue to echo in your ears. Although your location is somewhat far from the place of slaughter, your heart feels uneasy, deeply fearing that a careless moment might lead to your head being chopped off by the enemy.
The blaze raged fiercely for a long time, as did the warfare. It wasn't until the sky showed signs of dawn that you, along with a group of firefighters, collapsed onto the ground like mud.
Originally, you thought the matter was over, and you could rest for a while at least. But unexpectedly, a group of people wearing leather armor and carrying Sword and Shield kept urging everyone to get up, while some were distributing weapons. From your perspective, these were hardly weapons, crudely made; even farming tools are sturdier than these shabby wooden and thorny spears by several times.
