C184 The Battlefield Is Hell

Repeat.

I swear on the maggots in his mother's sewers and manure...

In this world, there was nothing more terrifying and crazier than a battlefield.

Thomas sat next to the bonfire with a blank face, wiping his brand new sword against the light of the fire.

This was not a distribution from the rear. It was something he had taken from the Roman recruit he had killed today