White Cross

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'Who are you?' asked General Whitehorse, shivering after seeing his troop of 30 elite died, in a fraction of a second, under the hands of 4 men

'It doesn't matter any more since you are about to die,' said the leader. With his eyes ever so cold, the leader held up his sword and gave General Whitehorse a final blow. Blood sputtered everywhere. The 4 men turned their backs and leave the base. Bodies, corpses laid everywhere. They had killed hundreds of men on their way in and it didn't bothered them. They did not feel guilty for claiming so many lives in one night. Afterall, General Whitehorse was a scum bag and it was their job to kill. Their motto --- to kill without mercy.