C275 Soldiers and soldiers

Amidst his loud laughter, the Wooden Door opened its mouth and six or seven men walked out.

These men were all bare-chested, and their pants were tattered without any holes. Their bodies were pitch black, as if they hadn't had a bath for a month. Their hair was messy enough to roll on felt.

The oldest among them was in his forties or fifties, while the youngest was only in his teens