The battle here started at dawn and hasn't stopped since then, the consumption of shells is so fast that it makes the logistics officer swear, and the barbed wire used to block the enemy has been forcibly smashed open by the persistent charges of the Wolf People.
It's unknown how much blood has flowed onto the ground, nor how many deaths have been shaped, but The Master of Hunting clearly enjoys this kind of war.
In Murphy's eyes, as he continues to slash, those Wolf People Jackals charging with red eyes, their bodies are surrounded by weird blood-colored micro-light, they behave more viciously and fanatic than usual, seemingly losing self-awareness with only the desire for destruction instilled into their minds.
