In Jason’s view, a war horse stood rigid, lifeless.
From its markings, one could tell it belonged to the Harbor Defense Army.
More importantly, a decapitated head was hanging on one side of the saddle.
In the mouth of the head, there was a letter.
Reed examined it carefully before taking out the letter.
However, he didn’t immediately hand the letter over to Jason, but instead closed the head’s eyes before passing it on.
Opening the envelope, the letter read—
Do you want your soldiers to live?
With his eyes lit up by its radiance, the long-haired man broke into a sinister grin.