Bk3: Ch–16 The town(pt-1)

The blast in the bridge was loud. On the east side of the bridge stood a small group of soldiers. They all had a gut-wrenching look at the large stone bridge crumbling on the river. Their fists were tight in anger. There were blood marks on their palms with tight fists. There was no place for provision in the two carriages they used, a small amount of food in one, and a patient in the other. A pale-faced Tom was lying in the small carriage with Jairo beside him, who was still binding the bandage on his body. It was messy work in the rocking carriage. He only pulled his bag and climbed on the carriage to help. The rest of the things just all shouted to abandon the camp and burn everything.