C43 Minced and Fed to Dogs

It was already the middle of the morning, and the August sun was still a little hot. It was so bright that people couldn't even open their eyes when they saw it.

Sweat flowed down his face, his clothes were already soaked. The hand that held the sabre cracked open, and fresh blood seeped out, staining the sabre hilt red. He panted heavily as he raised his voice, "Surrender, you can't escape