Boots poked out of thick undergrowth within a stone’s throw of the heavily rutted country road. What was visible of the armor – a bronze plated lamellar jacket – was congealed with blood. Jiro – hungry, cold, and tired – saw the armor as the means to fill his aching belly. Judging by the dead man’s white sash, now ruined with blood, Jiro suspected he was one of the many soldiers – without a … [Read more...]